Macy

So let me take you back to 2015.

My sister was 19 when she was killed in a car accident.

Three people died that day, including her.

She was this radiant, happy soul who had a way of lighting up a room just by being in it.

You know the kind of person who doesn't just walk through life, they impact it?

That was her.

She was my little sister, but in so many ways, she was everyone's light.

We shared a room growing up and I always felt like it was my job to protect her.

She brought so much joy into our lives.

Losing her shattered us in ways I still can't fully explain.

I remember someone on your podcast once said they knew their brother had passed before they got the call, and that hit me hard because the day my sister died, I felt it too.

I was a student teacher at the time, and I couldn't shake this heavy, panicky feeling all day.

I kept thinking something was wrong, but I couldn't place it.

My mom even texted our family group chat asking, is everyone okay?

Something in the air was just off.

And then we got the call.

Fast forward about a month.

I had been staying with my parents in my childhood home, just trying to exist through the grief.

My mom was barely functioning.

She couldn't even get out of bed most days.