For Maia...

One of the blogs that I frequent is written by a young woman named Maia, who also happens to be a fellow social worker...so technically I have one more of school before I can call myself a "social worker," but you get my drift. Maia writes about her large, close-knit, family, her job as a social worker, and about her life in general, and I always enjoy her down to earth writing style.Maia's family consists of biological siblings, and adopted siblings, and somehow, they all seem to get along and make the best out of every situation. Unfortunately, one of Maia's sisters died the other day, after a courageous battle against Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia. I won't mention her name, because I have not told Maia that I am writing this post, but just know that she was only 11 years old, and although I did not know her, I felt touched by Maia's love for her sister, and I am deeply sorry that they have all had to go through this. It is never easy when a loved one dies, and no amount of "I'm sorry's" can make the pain go away, but Maia, if you ever happen to read this, I will never forget about your sister, and that is because you have preserved her memory.