A Soft Place To Land

As sisters through the years we used to joke about moving in together someday. Two sisters, growing old side by side, long gray hair and beards (iykyk) sharing coffee, stories, and the comfort of knowing someone always has your back. It was a distance thought that we didn't really think would happen. We were living our happily ever after with our forver loves.

But life brought each of us to a cruel chapter in our story and rarely does a life unfold the way we imagine. But we never imagined this.

After losing our husbands to cancer just a year apart, something in both of us shifted. Grief has a way of rearranging everything. The silence in our homes grew too loud. The ache constant. We needed something we hadn’t named yet until one day, the old joke didn’t feel funny it felt like a plan. A lifeline.

So we did it. We moved in together.

It hasn't been without pain or fear - change even ones you choose bring loss. There were long days of patching, painting, purging, making room not just in the house, but in our lives. Together we have a herd of animals total 6. This adds chaos and comfort in equal measure. And we can add in we gave our yard got a big upgrade. Stressful but so worth it. Another space for peace. It's so beautiful.

The walls in this space hold echoes of what we’ve lost and what we’re building. And through it all, we’ve leaned into one another.

Maggie is my older, wiser, funnier, and extroverted sister. That's only part of the story, she is my best friend. Someone I don't have to work at to be understood. She gets me and I get her. She reminds me of who I’ve been and who I still hope to be. Having her near feels like exhaling after holding my breath for too long. Feels like home.

Now, morning coffee tastes like peace. Like presence. Like coming home, not to a place, but to someone who knows your heart by memory.

We didn’t think it would really happen but somehow, it was right on time.

Loss took so much from us, but it also gave us this chance to come home to one another. To build something steady out of the broken pieces. To begin again, with love at the centre as sisters and best friends.

Sisterhood like this is a soft place to land. A steady hand to hold. A reminder that even in the wake of loss, life still has room for comfort, laughter, and second chances.

This is home. And we’re finding our way, together.

Love,

Kathie