I got news this week, my oldest sister died. This is the sister who was lost on a mountain. It’s also the sister who contemplated moving in with my husband and I, when she lost her husband who she loved to the bone.

I’ve never lost a sibling before. My reaction to my sister’s death has been eye-opening. I mostly feel very good, not because she is gone, but because of how she lived. I got thinking about her. How she was the prototype girl in my family. Not because she wanted to be. It was because she was the oldest; and a double Sagittarius.

My sister was six years older than me and larger than life. Not because I inflated her. She was naturally, brash, open, and legit indefatigable and undefeatable.

How would I have fared if she was something other than what she was?  Think of it.  She’s sixteen and I’m ten. She dominated, so I watched her.  Watching her, I adsorbed her worldview and learned what?

I’m learned that I am GREAT! I am resilient. I can tell jokes. I can prevail. This world isn’t ready for a son of bitch like me! If I want it, I get it. Further, it’s easy and fun to run my ops. Nothing is out of my reach, are you kidding?

So now she’s gone and I am left as her legacy. I was empowered by how she lived and this has been stepped up, post her passing all because of how she lived.  I can’t feel sad.  My sister did what she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted, every day she was alive. Born to run and run she did. How can I, and why would I mourn her success?

This got me thinking about my family egrerore. I’ve mentioned we’re explorers.  We’re an experiential clan. We value “travel, truth and expansion” in all realms.  My sister embodied all of this. I feel happy for how she lived. She was one strong chick. You cut her and she was up in three seconds. I benefited from her endlessly.  What I feel, is overwhelming gratitude for her influence in my life.

It’s also hit me, one of the best things you can do, for those you love and those around you, is to live fully.  You spare them having to cope with this kind of truth, “She was miserable and then she died”. If living by your own principles is the metric, my sister nailed life. She had not a petty bone in her body. She now inspires from the world beyond, so if you can hitchhike on her energy, please do.