An email from my sister, 12 days after mailing her a paper letter, and not having talked with her on the phone at all during this nervous time:

Dear George, I am not sure what to say. Im not ready to talk to you about this yet. All I do know is I love you, as I have loved you all my life. i will talk to you soon. Love, Liz

I am thrilled at this tentative step. I know it’s hard and it hurts me to imagine the struggle Liz is having with this. Her email is filled with everything: fear, confusion, promise, affirmation of love. She and I have been through a lot, especially these past years, and I continue to hope that this little spark she sent me will continue until we’ve got a fire burning.