Losing a sibling, but choosing to be present and brave for the end.
What We Do in the End "Your sister is in the hospital," my mother said over the phone. "You need to come home." I had no idea that Jenny, a 44-year-old suburban mother, would be dead from prescription opioids just six days later. Although blindsided by her fatal addiction, I was grateful for those final days in the hospital: feeding my sister, shuffling her to the bathroom, singing show tunes (her eyes always closed) and telling her I loved her. That's what we do in the end: the messy, tender, heartbreaking things. We are our best selves, even if it's too late. — Kelly O'Connor |
Today's Modern Love essay echoes that last line: "We are our best selves, even if it's too late." When Michelle Friedman learned that her estranged brother was dying, she decided to face old wounds and regrets, and be there for her brother in his final hours. |
Her essay is devastating but, in many ways, inspiring. You can read it below. |
| MODERN LOVE "The message I had dreaded for years appeared on my phone." | | |
| MORE MODERN LOVE When do you know it's time to end a marriage? | | |
| LOVE AND MARRIAGE "Liv made the first move," he said. "As she will quickly point out, I would never have done so." | | | | | | |
| ASK THE EXPERTS "My brother complains constantly about the 'government handout' she's taking for her education. It really bothers me." | | | |
| LOVE IN THE NEWS "On our first date, CC and I met on a floating platform suspended in the middle of a distant galaxy." | | | | | | |
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