A sisterhood no one asks for

  Stayed up way past my bedtime, but the ribbons for tomorrow turned out amazing. I’ll wear it tomorrow and get a lot of questions, but just like every year I’ll also get a few silent nods as tears well up in a stranger’s eyes. In that moment, we will no longer be strangers. Instead we will be family. Bonded by grief and compassion. Sisters and Brothers, pillars of strength to lean on. 

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