
Yvette was the youngest of us three sisters. At just 48 years old, cancer took her from us—but it could never take the light she brought into our lives. Watching her fade away was devastating. It shattered the rhythm of my world. When she died, time stopped. I did not know how to continue life without her.
Her absence left a hole in my heart that will never close. But in the silence that followed, I learned to live with the grief—not to overcome it, but to carry it with grace. Yvette taught me to live fully, to cherish every small thing, and to see each day as a gift. Her legacy is not just in the memories we hold, but in the way she changed how I see the world.
Grieving her taught me resilience. It taught me not to judge how others mourn, to be patient with myself and with those around me. Above all, it taught me gratitude—for every little blessing, every moment of peace, every flicker of joy.
Yvette’s life was a lesson in love, and her death a lesson in strength. I will carry both with me, always.
I miss you every single day, my beautiful sister. Dance forever in a field of daisies - your favourite flower. Until we meet again.