When I was at my wits end during my darkest days, you drove 45 minutes every day to check on me...even after working all day. A phone call was never enough. We’d go get coffee or just sit at my favorite beach. You called everyday from work on your breaks to make sure I was ok. You always found a way to make me smile when I started getting down again while waiting for my meds to stabilize. You were my light in my darkest hour, and I’m proud to call you my sister.