Last night my beautiful and loving sister Misha Cain, passed away. She was my closest and dearest friend. Much more than a sister. She was always there for me, just a phone call away. She never judged me and she always listened. She gave the best advice. Sometimes she set me straight, told me to suck it up and get over it. But she did it, somehow, the right way. Mostly she said "Oh, I hear ya!" because as the older sister, she had been through it all before. She was always funny. Always made me feel better.
She always read her comments here and got such a kick out of helping people. Out of respect for her children I haven't posted much about her battle with Glioblastoma Multiforme, a very aggressive brain cancer she was diagnosed with in April. She fought it so bravely, with so much love in her heart and for all of us. I was able to spend quality time with her the last few months of her life. I am so thankful for that. Some of it in tears, and some of it laughing. Much of it dancing and singing, since she loved music so much.
You are loved Misha Cain. You are missed.