My sister died on my wedding day. A week later, her colleague called and said, “She left you a phone and a note. COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!”

the ideal husband for any grieving woman. But grief revives some memories while fading others, and the most vivid memories kept returning to Claire.

Claire and I were blood sisters first and foremost, and friends only intermittently. She was four years older, more extroverted by nature, and had a boldness that our parents never understood.

She left for continue reading …