John was never referred to by me as my brother-in-law; he was always just my brother. And he knew that. Here he is giving me the tightest hug ever at my last birthday where I’ll see him seated at the table.
John and I stayed close throughout the years, regardless of outside circumstances. He had the most beautiful soul and charisma. John lit up every room he graced with his funny, witty, and kindhearted personality. There is a piece of my heart that he has always occupied, and that will remain forever wounded.
But I am consoled by remembering that, in the words of Rumi, “The wound is the place where the light enters”. John-you will forever be that light. Thank you for loving me and accepting me as your sister, just as much as if we were blood. I love you!!! 💕
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John was never referred to by me as my brother-in-law; he was always just my brother. And he knew that. Here he is giving me the tightest hug ever at my last birthday where I’ll see him seated at the table.
John and I stayed close throughout the years, regardless of outside circumstances. He had the most beautiful soul and charisma. John lit up every room he graced with his funny, witty, and kindhearted personality. There is a piece of my heart that he has always occupied, and that will remain forever wounded.
But I am consoled by remembering that, in the words of Rumi, “The wound is the place where the light enters”. John-you will forever be that light. Thank you for loving me and accepting me as your sister, just as much as if we were blood. I love you!!! 💕