Please allow me to tell you why this is so gut wrenching for me. Cindy and I were six and half years apart, but we were closer than I was to my sister Linda who was three years younger than me or my sister Anita, who was fifteen years younger than me. Cindy and I clicked when I was a young adult and she was a late teenager. We found that we listened to the same music, liked the same hangouts in Lowell, my home town, and many other things that brought us closer together. We were best friends for many years, we often vacationed together with our kids, sans husbands, and always had a fantastic time. We never let our children come between us, and believe me they often tried, kids being kids. But more than this Cindy knew that after giving birth to my daughter, I longed to have another child. In 1990 she entrusted me and my husband to raise her fifth child, a son, fourteen years after the birth of my daughter. This bonded us so strongly as sisters and friends over the many years we shared. My heart aches for the wonderful woman who proved to me what real sisters are, no matter the blood bond. I know that she would have done this for me even if I hadn't been her older sister. Love like that is hard to come by. 💔💔💔