The following heavily informal writing is in honor of my sister’s lingo. Very ✨Ana-coded✨, as she would have called it.

Hi Kings & Queens! 👑 This is Diana, Ana’s “Sissy.” 💁🏼‍♀️

Thanks for stopping by. We love talking about Sissy around here.

If you didn’t have the privilege of knowing her, don’t worry—I’ve got the tea. 🍵

Ana was the kind of person who made you feel warm and safe. She was incredibly nurturing for someone who didn’t want children (although she could NOT wait for me to make her a Tía—homegirl was READY). Our relationship was something rare and deep. Since it was just the two of us sisters, we shared life with each other unapologetically.

If my Sissy cooked for you, congratulations—you were VERY loved by her. “Cooking is my love language,” she’d say. She had a way of making anyone feel valid and seen. You could tell her you thought the earth was flat and she’d say, “Okay, go off—your feelings are valid!”

She loved reminding people that it was okay to not be okay, and BOY have I leaned into that one lately.

My girly-pop loved the sweet things in life. She loved watching her shows on her iPad or curling up with a good book.

To know Ana was to know kindness in its purest form. She carried a heart ready to warm and comfort anyone she encountered. She especially knew how to make me feel at home. Home to me was never a place—it was my sister. She never hesitated to be whatever space you needed her to be.

As her “hermami” (half mom, half sis, as she called me), I will always carry a hole in my chest from the loss of my baby girl. As her “chichi” (sissy with an accent), I will live knowing I had the privilege of being truly loved and known by her.

If Sissy were here reading this, she’d probably say, “Okay, Chichi… that was a lot. But go off, queen.”

And honestly? For her, I always will.

Kindly,

D♥️

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