This morning, my heart broke in a way words can barely reach. My sister — my third oldest — took her final breath and stepped into eternity. And though I know heaven welcomed her with open arms, I still feel the weight of her absence pressing against my chest. Grief is strange. You can be surrounded by people, yet feel completely alone. You can believe in God’s goodness, and still weep. You can trust in eternity, and still ache for the moments you wish you had more of. A Sister’s Love, Forever Etched She was more than blood. She was laughter in chaos. Comfort in storms. A chapter of my…