Last night in NYC, on the eve of my first visit to MSK, my sisters showed up to stand with me. Through all of life’s twists and turns, that bond remains; steady, unshakable, a reminder that I don’t walk this road alone.
I wrote this for them.
The Bond of Siblings
Through life, so many wander in and out,
faces fade, voices dim,
yet ours remain;
threads forever woven,
no matter the miles, no matter the years.
We carry a bond that cannot be broken,
born of laughter and storms,
of days we’d rather forget
and nights we survived
because we had each other.
We still do.
I find myself reaching to shield you still,
to hold back the shadows of my news.
But here you stand beside me,
and I am undone;
a rush of love, fear, and gratitude
all tangled inside.
I must remember this:
your presence is not just comfort,
it is part of the healing itself.
Together we face what comes,
as we always have;
siblings, entwined,
protecting, enduring,
becoming whole again.
Glad you have your family with you. Praying for your continued healing.
Love it Chris!!👊👊