About Me

I’m Jon’s Sister, Sara.

When I was four, I had a baby doll with blue eyes that I named Jon. I carried it everywhere with me and my grandmother used to make him little outfits. The next year, on my fifth birthday, my parents adopted two baby boys. The youngest was named Jon.

I don’t believe in coincidences. People come into our lives and become family, some of them are hereditary, some of them are chosen. Their impact, their connection, their love is still the same.

Jon and I were close. He got me, and I miss his sudden exploding laugh to my jokes. I, too, have a happy go lucky personality. I believe in kindness. I’m a hugger. I used to smile at everyone I met, and then covid and facemasks hit. Now, I wave to everyone instead. I’m the type of person who bakes cookies for the invisible hotel staff that no one likes to acknowledge – the gardeners, the cleaning ladies, the foreign workers.

Life, for me, is about experiences and lessons. I think there’s a big one in this that I haven’t even found yet. But I’m writing to share it with you. The loss, the memories, and also the legacy, creating it as I feel moved to, reaching out to uplift one downtrodden heart at a time.

Thank you for reading.