Sitting in the Sacred Row. (reflections on Libby, Jessi and a letter to her family)
Sitting in the sacred row. I never wanted this for you. I never wanted you to be a part of this grief club. I never wanted you to sit in the front, in the sacred row, in the seat of pain. When I got news that Jessi was gone I felt punched. I didn’t even know she had had a seizure that led to a diagnosis and a scheduled treatment to come. I just got a message saying she was with Jesus. I reeled. And the first place my mind went was to you Jenni, her precious twin sister. I know what it is to lose a sister. I know what it is to lose a best friend. I know what it is in one moment to be passing a bag of apple slices back and forth as we took a parenting class as we were both pregnant with our first babies and hours later, she took her last breath, and was gone forever here on this earth. I lost the aunt to my children. I lost my nephew. I lost any future nieces and nephews that she would have carried. I lost my partner in crime. The one who was supposed t...
