Sybil, darling Sybil. She was a daughter, a grand-daughter, a nurse, a wife, a fighter, a sister, a friend and a mother. Well, she still is all those things. Whether or not she is here with us, nobody can take away what she has done, what she has achieved, what she has become- more, indeed, than I can ever hope to become.
Sybil was never satisfied with the choices she had, so she went out and gave herself more. She knew what she wanted from her life, and she had the courage to get it. She was there for all of us when we needed her. She was lovely, unassuming and caring. She loved with all her heart.
Sybil always was such a sweet girl. I remember once when we were girls, she saw a small bird on the lawn, close to death, and it broke her heart that she could do nothing to save it. She did everything she could to help others, making no distinction between class or race. She accepted everyone, and by doing so she opened up her world to different people and that made her who she ultimately grew to become.
She wasn't afraid of anything, I don't think. She was always going beyond what she knew, just to see if there was anything there. She was full of wonder, full of hope, full of unwavering faith. She brought light into every single one of our lives, touching us all in different ways. I like to think that she was what held our family together. And even though she's gone now, what she left behind immeasurable- worth more than every penny we could ever have. She gave us all love. She gave us all happiness. I'm sure that wherever she is now, she would want us to do the same. She wouldn't want us to fall to pieces; she would want us to support one another. She would want us to live life as she did- freely; not held back by imaginary boundaries. According to her, the only limits were the ones you set for yourself.
My darling sister, thank you for all you've given us. You were the best of us. You were the best of all of us. I miss you. I love you.