365 days ago I saw my sister Viola for the last time. Â She had been sick for 6 years. Â She did every possible thing she could to beat cancer.
In her final weeks I struggled with when or even if I should go to Bennington.  We had tried to make the very most of all of the time we had together these last few years but now I was scared.  Would she know me?  Would I be intruding?   I was a coward.
How do you say goodbye to your best friend?
I was trying to decide what to do, I was sitting fiddling with my bank card at my work in Denver.  Suddenly, in walks my Minister from church.  It was reproductive rights day at the Capitol and he was there to lobby.  He had just dropped by my little cube to say hello.  I tell him about my dilemma.  He says with the kindest eyes,  that he knows I will make the right decision regardless of what I decide.
A short time later my niece, Anna called to say that the hospice nurse says if you’re going to come– now is the time. Â Without hesitation I told her I would be right there. Â A little over 24 hours later I was sitting on a plane heading toward Albany.
I wasn’t scared anymore I was going to be with my sister. Â When I arrived in Viola’s sweet colorful house in Chester Knoll my beautiful nieces and brother in law Jon were preparing, Â as usual, Â something delicious to eat. Â I headed up those creaky wooden stairs and right into Vi and Jon’s bedroom. Â Phoebe told Vi “mama, Theresa’s here”. Â Viola looked so small in that big bed but her eyes lit up and she said my name. Â She knew me. Â So I did what came naturally. Â I crawled right in and got under the covers with her.
The next two days we kept each other warm, sang songs, laughed, and just stayed next to one another. Â We didn’t talk a lot. Â Vi is the talkative one and I am the quiet one. But I knew she wanted me there. Â I told her how much I love her.
Jon, Anna, and Phoebe were able to get a small break from the routine that comes with helping someone so sick. Â With the help of the hospice nurse they were able to help my sister maintain her dignity and comfort at home in those final days. Â I will forever be grateful to them for this.
Every time I leave Bennington I leave Vi a note and hide it somewhere so she can find it later. Â I was heartbroken as the reality of this situation settled in.
There is a little chalkboard in the kitchen near the door that we always use to come in and out of the house. Â As I leave the house
and my sister for the very last time,
I stop and pick up a piece of chalk and write “love lives here”.

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