A good friend's birthday was Saturday. Her sister died in a bike crash Saturday afternoon. It's doubly hard for my friend, because her mother died when she was a freshman in college, so she dropped out and came home to raise her younger siblings. She's been a loving sister/mother hybrid to them for half of her life.
I wish I could help, but I know her sister's loss is a hole nothing can fill.
It's frightening how ephemeral life is.
Never neglect to tell the people you love how you feel. It makes them happy, and it can give you some comfort to know that they knew.
Remember always how lucky you were to have known them; how lucky you both were to have had the loving relationship.