It is with the deepest grief and pain that I share the heartbreaking news of the passing of my beloved sister, Elizabeth McCarthy. At times like these, words seem so small—shaky and insufficient under the weight of sorrow—and this is one of those moments. As I try to find the right words to express the love I have for her, the bond we shared, and the immense loss I now feel, I find comfort in knowing that Elizabeth already knew my heart. She always did.
What Happened
In her final days, I had the profound honor of being by her side. I held her hand through the days and long, quiet nights. Even when she could no longer respond, I spoke to her—reminded her of all the moments we shared, the laughter, the adventures, and the quiet times. I reminded her how deeply she was loved, not just by me, but by everyone who had the privilege of knowing her.
Who Was Elizabeth McCarthy?
Elizabeth was a woman who left an indelible mark on anyone she met. She had a warmth that radiated from within, a laugh that could lift your spirits, and a quiet strength that was often unseen but unshakable. She was thoughtful, fiercely loyal, and always there for others—whether it was staying late to help or remembering a birthday amid life’s busyness. Her love was constant, mighty, and ever-present, and her kindness made everyone around her feel valued.
She was the first to show up in a time of need, to offer a comforting word, or to quietly support someone without seeking recognition. Elizabeth’s love was unconditional—gentle yet fierce. She made everyone around her feel seen and heard, and her presence was a source of light and strength to all who were fortunate enough to know her.
The Final Moments
Saying goodbye to Elizabeth feels impossible. I held her as she took her last breaths, feeling her spirit slip from this world to the next. In that sacred, heartbreaking moment, a piece of my heart went with her. The silence that followed was deafening, filled with memories, with all the words left unsaid, and with the finality of a goodbye that came far too soon.
Gratitude Amidst the Grief
In the depths of this pain, there is immense gratitude. I am grateful for every day we had together, for every conversation, every hug, every laugh, and even every argument that now seems insignificant. I am grateful I could be there with her at the end, to give her the love and comfort she so freely gave throughout her life. I’m grateful I could tell her one last time how much I loved her.
The world feels dimmer without her in it. Though everything looks the same, nothing feels the same. I know the days ahead will be hard, and grief will come in waves—sometimes slow and aching, other times sharp and crashing. But Elizabeth would want me to keep going. She would want all of us who loved her to live fully, to carry her memory forward in how we treat others, in how we love, and in how we persevere.
Remembering Elizabeth
To those who knew and loved Elizabeth, I ask that you remember her not only in her final moments but in the way she lived her life. Remember her smile, the warmth of her presence, the way she made you feel valued and heard. Speak her name. Share your stories. Keep her alive in your hearts.
A Final Tribute
To my dearest sister: I will carry you with me always. You were my sister, my friend, my anchor. I don’t know how to do this life without you, but I promise I will try to honor you in everything I do. I love you more than words will ever be able to say.
Rest peacefully, Elizabeth. Until we meet again. You will forever be in my heart.
