First Anniversary

June 1st, 2019

June 1st, 2018, 3:01 am, my life forever changed. My twin sister, my best friend, my other half, left this world, leaving me behind. I cannot believe it’s been a year; my heart is still broken; the wound is still fresh. It seems like only yesterday I was laying next to her telling her how much I loved her, how it was okay to let go, that she didn’t have to hold on for me. I repeated this over and over, as my heart broke into a million pieces and the tears streamed down my face. I thought being by her side as she lay dying in her bed, taking her last breath was the hardest part. I hate to say this even now, but it was almost a relief at the time, knowing she was no longer in pain, no longer suffering. The selfish part of me didn’t want her to go, didn’t want to be alone without her. I knew that she needed to leave me, to finally find peace. But nothing could prepare me for the loneliness, the gigantic hole that was left in my life, in my heart. I have amazing family and friends, I know I am not alone in this world, but I am alone without my twin. The toughest part in the beginning was the silence, not hearing her voice, her laugh, her yelling obscenities at other drivers on the road. It killed me knowing I would never see her face, her smile, her tears. We would no longer come up with silly nicknames for each other (we had come up with so many over the years), have our inside jokes, watch basketball together, go shopping, travel, all the things we loved to do together.

The last few years I had with Aily were difficult, they were a blessing and a curse. We were blessed to have spent every day together, travel, truly live life to the fullest. It was a curse because we always had her diagnosis hanging over our heads, waiting for her health to take a turn, knowing at some point it inevitably would. This past year has been the hardest for me, trying to find myself, trying to move forward without her. I did what she wanted me to do, I traveled a lot, visited amazing places, spent time with friends and family. I am grateful for that; I could not have gotten through this past year without them. I had a lot of dark days early on, but now the good days definitely outnumber the bad. I still feel lost, lonely, unsure of my future. I am struggling to figure out my next moves, what I want to do, where I want to live, what will make me happy. I still struggle with allowing myself to be happy, to move on. I don’t want her to think I have forgotten her or that my life is better without her. I know it sounds crazy, and she would want me to be happy and have a good life, but this is how I feel. There is an emptiness that can never be filled, a sadness that will never go away, a part of me that died with her. I knew this first anniversary would be shitty, I prepared myself as much as I could for this day. It is a harsh reminder of everything I have lost and everything I miss most about her, knowing we will never grow old together.

I think about her every day; she is in my dreams almost every night. I am thankful for that. But I would give anything to have more time with her, to not have to live without her. This is the shittiest part about being a twin, we came into this world together, and it feels so fucking wrong to leave it separately. Nothing could have ever prepared me for this.

Aily, you are with me every day, Me loves you, me loves you so much!


Aily, fuck cancer, you are free from all this shit!!


I bought her this shirt, she loved it!!


Until we are together again Aily!! I miss you more than you could ever know!!!


The Beginning of The End

May 15, 2019

This time last year Aily and I were shopping for decorations for my dad’s birthday (which is tomorrow). We went to the dollar store to get lots of silly stupid decorations to put up around the house for him. Ailish had suffered a severe GI bleed at the end of March last year and was in the hospital until the 2nd week of April. We thought we had cheated death and that we had a lot more time. Little did we know, time was not on our side.

When Ailish was hospitalized at the end of March with the GI bleed, we really thought it was the end. For the first time she cried to my parents and told them how scared she was, how she wasn’t ready to die. She went into the hospital on oxygen and was wheel chair bound due to lack of energy and ability to breathe on her own. She received two blood transfusions and a stent to open up the bottom of her stomach so the food could pass through to her intestines. She walked out of the hospital on her own two feet and was off the oxygen, which she had been on since February due to pneumonia and blood clots. She asked me, do you think I have a lot more time? Regretfully now, I said, “Yes, God wouldn’t have let you survive this, only to let you die soon.” Boy would I eat those words a million times over. Since she had gotten out of the hospital, she would wake me up early every morning, telling me of things she wanted to eat, places she wanted to go, things she wanted to buy. She would wake me up super early, 6 or 7 am as her brain was constantly trying to come up with new exciting things to do. You couldn’t shut her up. May 15th 2018 was no different. We woke up early discussing upcoming trips, places we wanted to eat, and things she wanted to buy. We went about our day thinking we had so much more time together, so much more to do and see. I didn’t see it coming, no one did.

May 16, 2019, we woke up and Ailish was strangely quiet, not saying much at all, not making much eye contact with anyone, seemed like she was just really tired. No biggie, I thought, she had chemo the weekend prior, so maybe it was a delayed reaction. My brother and I spent the day putting together a gazebo Ailish and my Dad had purchased so we could enjoy the upcoming summer outdoors. Ailish was still very quiet, almost reflective that day, not saying much to anyone. I think we all chalked it up to the chemo catching up to her. I cooked dinner and made dessert and even my dad noticed how quiet she was. Aside from that, nothing else seemed that off. She had been forgetful of some words, but it wasn’t much different than her normal chemo brain. We went to bed and just assumed things would resume to normal eventually. It was the next morning I awoke to a very quiet Ailish and thought, wow yesterday was just weird, not normal, compared to how she was after her last hospital discharge. We were watching a tv show and then I left to run errands with my brother. I came back and asked her what happened in the show, and she couldn’t verbalize a sentence. I knew then something was off. I started to point to things around the room, like a chair, or candle, or her cellphone, and she could not tell me what anything was. I knew she knew what it was, but she could not get the words out. I immediately called her oncology team and told them what was going on. They told us to get to the hospital to get MRI’s and CT scans to see what was going on. I thought it was the cancer spreading, but we later found out that she had 11 strokes, 10 small ones and 1 large stroke. Another hospital stay was in our future, but I thought, maybe we can beat this, we beat the GI bleed, she is such a fucking warrior, she’s got this.

After a week stay in the hospital on heavy blood thinners, her blood continued to clot, and it was towards the end of the month that the doctors told us that there was nothing else they could do. They asked her if she wanted to stay in the hospital and she said she wanted to go home. Hospice came into talk to us, explaining their services and how they would do everything to keep her comfortable. Two days after coming home from the hospital and being on hospice, she passed on June 1st. This time last year was truly the beginning of the end. The strokes as horrible as it sounds, were almost a blessing. After May 15th, she was no longer Aily, she didn’t really seem to understand or know everything that was going on, most of the time. I think that allowed her to escape a lot of the fear and anxiety of what was happening around her. I am grateful for that. These next few weeks are going to be rough and I am allowing myself more time to grieve and be sad. This first anniversary will definitely suck, I know, and I am expecting to cry a lot.

I didn’t write a blog post in April, I had meant to, but between traveling and trying to find myself, I just didn’t have it in me. Have I found myself, what makes me happy? Hell no, I have no idea what I am going to do yet, where I want to live, anything. I am just going to try and survive these next few weeks and get past the 1-year mark. I swear its nuts, sometimes it feels like she’s been gone forever, and other times, it feels like it was just yesterday. I need to do this one day at a time for now. Yes I know I need to get back into the land of the living, find a job, find a place to live, but right now I just need to get past these next few weeks, that’s all I can do.

I miss her so much every day, she is in my dreams every night and I wish everyday that she was still with me. Losing my twin is losing a huge part of myself, and I still have to figure out how to make myself whole without her.


We always tried to find the fun in her treatments as much as they always sucked!!


She was the strongest, toughest, bravest, person I ever knew!!!


This is what I woke up to one of our last days in the hospital, I would give anything to have her still with me. God, I miss her more than anything in the whole world!!

What’s Next

March 31, 2019

I know it’s been a while since I have written a blog post. I have been trying to figure out a lot of stuff lately. I told myself I have a year to grieve and travel before I figure out the next chapter of my life. The timeline I have given myself to return to work is after my birthday this year, which is in July. It is now the end of March and I am feeling the pressure to figure out my next steps. I am putting most of the pressure on myself which is resulting in some anxiety and sleepless nights. How do I move on without her? Why does it feel like I am leaving her behind? Am I ready for this? Can I do this? What kind of work do I want to do? Where do I want to live? What would make me happy? Will things ever feel normal? Am I normal for still feeling so shitty sometimes? Will I get any sleep tonight? These questions run through my head every night, yes, I wish I could turn them off, but seeing as how I already have anxiety, it’s much easier said than done. While I am eternally grateful for my parents to allow me to live with them as I figure my shit out, Lord knows I cannot live with them forever. We love each other, and I want it to stay that way.

I know that a lot of people do not understand what I am going through, why it’s hard to move on, why I talk about my twin all the time, or cry and still have really bad shitty days. My support group of twins who have lost their twin remind me that I am normal, that it’s okay, and non-twins will never understand. I wish I knew how to move on, how to push through, and wish I had a solid plan for my future. Truth is, I am still lost at times, unsure of my next moves, and what would even make me happy. Yes, these days I have a lot more good days than bad, I have a wonderful support group of family and friends, have met some great people this last year, and had the opportunity to travel, a lot. I am so grateful for all these amazing people and experiences, but I am still asking myself what’s next? How do I get there? The pressure is on and I am feeling unprepared and unsure.

This blog post is definitely therapy for me, hoping that getting all this written down, out of my head will help me figure something out, and sleep a little better. Who knows, but that’s part of why I write this right? Therapy for myself, here’s to hoping. I never thought that at the age of 40, I would be without my twin, unemployed, and living with my parents. Jesus, I guess you never know what life is gonna throw at you, and I never in a million years imagined this. The gravity of this situation can be overwhelming at times, and I am desperately trying to find my way.

All I know is that life is short, tomorrow isn’t promised to any of us. I want to find happiness, love and be loved, be kind to others and give back as much as I can, experience life as much as possible, so at the end of my time, I can say I was the best person I could be and lived my life to the fullest. Time to figure out what’s next.


Figured I would share a few pictures I have taken of myself during my travels this year…I hate taking pictures of myself…but here they are….


Me in Hawaii January 2019


Me in Switzerland February 2019


Me in Vegas March 2019

me and aily on porch

Me and Aily, I looked unsure about life even back then!! Ha ha ha

My First Overseas Trip Without You

February 7th, 2019

So 2019 has been off to a better start, as far as traveling goes. Since the beginning of this year I have been to Oregon, Hawaii, Las Vegas, and now as I type this I am sitting in my hotel room in Basel Switzerland (and it’s only the first week of February). I am very fortunate to have family and friends who invite me along on these adventures. I am forever grateful!! I have lots more trips planned this year before I go back to work. Aily wanted me to take my time to travel, grieve, and heal; and I am doing just that.

After her diagnosis we traveled as much as we could. We went to Mexico (cruise), Paris, Berlin, Prague, Australia, along with countless trips and visits to friends and family in the US. This is my first trip overseas without her. My older sister is here for work, so I knew I would be spending a lot of time alone. Last time when Aily and I traveled with our older sister for work, we had each other to explore together, try new foods, and find our way around. It is quite an adjustment exploring a new city alone, eating meals by myself, there is a lot of time for self reflection. Whenever I see something, or eat something I know she would have liked, it makes me sad, cause I still automatically look for her to share in the experience, only to realize I am alone. She is no longer at my side, laughing with me, getting grossed out when I eat things she wouldn’t dare eat (like scallops), or helping me figure out math, directions, booking all our trips, all the things she was good at, and I am not. The empty lonely feeling is as palpable today as it ever was, and I miss her so much every day!! I keep wondering when this will get easier, and I think the truth is, it will never be easy. The hole she left in my life will never close, it will remain with me till the day I die. My heart is forever broken, but I know I am not. While I am sad to be without her exploring this new city alone, this trip has shown me that, I can do this by myself, as much as it might hurt and suck, at the end of the day, I will be okay. I am surviving the worst possible thing that could happen to me, losing my twin. I still have my good days and bad days, but there are definitely more good days, and I am hopeful for my future ahead.

Here are some pictures of my trip in Basel so far:

This is called the “Window to the Heavens”…..I thought about her when I was here

Rhine River in Basel

Random pics I know Ally would have liked!!!

She would have loved this wall

Some cool random street in the Old Town part of Basel

Our hotel

First dinner was in France, a short train ride from the hotel

Aily would have been so grossed out watching me eat these!!!

SBB train station, walking distance to the hotel

Now some pics of Aily:

Aily poolside in Australia

Aily in Australia….who is photobombing who???

Just one of my favorite pics of us…Aily always said we look like two boys here!!!


January 7, 2019

Back in July of last year when I started this blog, the big question was, life without my twin, where do I go from here? Now here I am January 2019, six months later, and I still have no idea where my life is heading. 2018 was without a doubt, the worst year of my life, and I can only hope that 2019 has better things in store for me. As difficult as these past few years have been, they have also put my life in perspective. Even though I have no idea what lies ahead, I know definitively what is important to me, and what is trivial. At the start of every year, people make new year’s resolutions, some they stick to, some they soon forget. I have never been one of those people, I feel like the pressure sets one up for failure. Instead, for 2019 and for every year going forward, I am going to focus on me; making myself a better person, learning to make myself happy (travel and enjoy life), deciding my future (job/place to live), and how to live my life as me, instead of we.

If you were to ask me what would make me happy, I honestly don’t know right now. I have spent the last few years putting all my focus and energy into Ailish. I do not regret it one bit, I would do it all over in a heartbeat. I just realized, that while I spent so much time, energy, and mental capacity to taking care of her, I have completely forgotten what actually makes me happy. I also feel so robbed of happiness since Aily passed away. Nothing feels the same anymore, there is an emptiness I cannot describe. I have never been good at putting my needs first, even before Ailish got sick. I know Aily wants me to live the life we wanted to have, be happy, and live life to the fullest. I must keep reminding myself to not feel guilty, that me being happy doesn’t mean I am leaving her behind. I struggle with that every day. I have decided that I am going to travel as much as I can every year. I want to visit my friends and family, near and far, as much as I can. Tomorrow isn’t promised, and it’s so easy to just say, oh I will try to see them next year. Well years pass, and unless we proactively put forth the effort, there are many missed opportunities to spend time with loved ones. I also want to do one bucket list item each year to honor Ailish.

Where do I go from here? Hell, if I know!!! All I do know is, I have had more stress in the past few years to last me the rest of my life!!! I need a break, some time to recover. I know that money and material possessions mean very little to me, and it’s all about making memories. Don’t get me wrong I will not be unemployed forever (I like being financially independent), I won’t be homeless, rack up debt, incur bad credit (If Aily taught me one thing, it’s to always keep perfect or near perfect credit and be smart with my money) , or without my “man cave” sized TV (to watch sports), but mostly I want the simple things, happiness, love, making memories with friends and family, and putting good back into the world. Who knows what 2019 or the future holds in store for me, but at least I can say I have goals I am working towards and right now that’s the best I can do. I know I will never be the same Siobhan as I was before Ailish died. As I embark on this new year, I am hopeful that 2019 will be much better than last, and I can find and embrace the new Siobhan.

Here are some old pics I wanted to share:

me and aily in strollers

looks like we were plotting our escape!!!

aily with bowl on her head

Aily thought the bowl was a hat

me talking to my spoon

I am having an intense conversation with my spoon

fav pic of aily

One of my favorite pics of her as a child


The last pic I took of her before she died…she had finally gotten her hair cut and she loved it!!!

My First Christmas Without You

December 25, 2018

My Dearest Aily,

It just doesn’t feel right celebrating today without you. You have been by my side for almost 40 years, we have celebrated every holiday together, and now I am trying to figure out how to do this without you. I am doing my best to be brave and put on my happy face, but my heart is so broken, I feel so alone without you. I am sitting here staring at the Christmas tree I sneakily bought and decorated while you were at work 4 years ago. I am looking at all the decorations we gathered while we were on our many travels. I am so grateful for the memories we made after your diagnosis, we got to see the world!!! This time last year we were in Australia, and it was one of the best we ever had. I find some comfort in those memories and how much fun we had together. I had no idea that it would be our last Christmas together, and the thought of that today just crushes me with paralyzing sadness.

As I write this, I can’t stop the tears from falling wishing we were together today, I would give anything to spend one more Christmas with you. I know you would want me to be happy and celebrate today, and I am trying, I really am. I try to be so strong, but today I can’t…today I am allowing myself some time to fall apart. I knew today would be hard, but honestly it is kicking my ass. I am sitting here in our bedroom/dining room, on our bed where you took your last breaths, looking over on your side of the bed…it feels like a bad dream, a nightmare, one I cannot wake up from as hard as I try. I just can’t believe you, the most important person in my life, my other half, my partner in crime, is gone. I am so thankful you are no longer suffering and at peace, but I miss you more than you could ever imagine.

When I am finished writing this, I will dry my tears, pull myself together, and be strong for you, make you proud. I will finish cooking for everyone, and I will continue our tradition of watching Christmas NBA games. It won’t be the same watching them without you, but I will root for our teams for both of us. I hope you and Michael are celebrating together and know how much I miss and love you both! Aily, I am still trying to figure out how to move on without you, and I don’t think I am as brave and strong as you thought, but I am doing my best. Me loves you, me loves you so much!!! Ice bear misses Pan Pan!!! TP forever,



My tree that you loved to hate…..


I bought this, you are now my angel


Last Christmas, our last night in Australia


Some oldies, but goodies

christmas vani looks pissed

Ha ha ha, I liked this one cause I am making the, “I am gonna beat some ass” face that you always say I make!!! (Which I think you are right, because I am making the same face in my driver’s license)

Happy Thanksgiving?

November 21, 2018

Today, I am not even sure where to begin. My head and heart have been in a dark place for the past few months, (It’s part of the reason I haven’t been very active on my blog).  I thought as time went on, things would get easier, but it seems to be the complete opposite. It seems like the more time that passes without her, the more it hurts. I haven’t been writing because I don’t want every post to be about me being sad and depressed, or how I am struggling to cope with losing Aily. Who wants to read a million posts about someone who is trying to deal with the loss of their twin? I have to admit, lately I have been putting on a brave face for family and friends, because I don’t want to bring others down, I don’t want them to worry. I am afraid sometimes that people might think I am being unhealthy by continuing to wallow in my sadness, but it’s something lately I can’t seem to control. There are days where even getting up to shower is overwhelming and a struggle. There are days when I don’t shower (it’s never more than 1 day I skip for a shower, I am sad, not a savage), because I can’t even bring myself to face the day. I know that grief comes and goes in waves, and that I am probably extra sad now because of the holidays coming up, and it will be my first Thanksgiving and Christmas without my twin. Just the thought of it gives me anxiety and makes me want to cry. My anxiety has been coming in waves as well, but I am continuing my medication, and I feel like I would be much worse without it.

I will also admit that I haven’t yet seen a therapist/counselor/psychologist yet. I thought with the blog, I would be able to help myself cope, and it does, it’s great therapy but, I know now it’s not enough. I felt like I was doing really well for a while, traveling, hanging out with friends, being more social, getting back into the world, so I thought maybe I didn’t need it. I have recently joined an online support group of twins who have lost their twin as adults. I have to say, it really has helped me a lot meeting other twins who really know how I am feeling and discovering that I all the things I feel, and experience are normal. I think I mentioned in a previous post that during those times when I replay the last few weeks of Ailish’s life in my head (which is out of my control, I wish I could, it creates many sleepless nights) and how traumatizing it is for me, and almost feels like PTSD, well apparently, it’s completely normal. There are a lot of twins getting trauma and PTSD counseling. This has pushed me into going to get some professional help for myself. It’s not that I was against going to get help before, I had some appointments set up that were cancelled due to the counselor being ill, but I thought I was doing ok. I thought I was handling things well enough on my own. I think between my blog, my new twin support group, and some counseling, there will be easier days ahead. I will still have shitty, gloomy, depressed, grief filled days (like on Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, etc.) I am sure, but I am hopeful for a lot sunnier, happier, hopeful days ahead too.


So, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I wanted to share with everyone what I am thankful for, because despite this shitty cloud hanging over my head at the moment, I do have a lot to be thankful for. I am thankful, that even though my heart hurts more than I could have ever imagined, that Ailish is no longer suffering and is at peace wherever she is. I am thankful that we got to share 39 almost 40 years together, and she was my other half, my bestest friend. I am thankful for all the amazing memories we made!!! I am thankful that I was able to be her caretaker and spend every day with her and be by her side. I am thankful for my health, I have tests run every year to check for cancer and I have been cleared every year so far. I am thankful that I have healed from my hysterectomy and that I will have a better quality of life. I am thankful that I have my parents who allow me to live with them until I figure out what I am doing with my life (even though they have a personal chef out of this deal, so we both win). I am thankful for my family who has shown me so much love and understanding and are patient with me through this. I am thankful for my friends and all the wonderful friends I have made through my sister, you have shown me how loved Ailish was by all of you, and how you have extended that love and friendship to me. I am thankful for the kindness of strangers (yes Ronni, I am talking about you), who have restored my faith in humanity. I am forever grateful. I am thankful for Snickers and yes Mom, Buddy too, because animals always have a way to make you smile. Now if only I can talk my dad into getting my therapy alpaca!! Just kidding….kinda. I am thankful that I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and food in my belly. These simple things are taken for granted and there are so many people who do not have them.

Thank you all for sticking with me through these rough times, I hope I haven’t made you all too depressed. For everyone and everything I am grateful for, this just pushes me to be a better person, to return the love and friendship I have received, and to give back to others as much as I can.

One of mine and Aily’s favorite things to do for Thanksgiving when family was out of town, was to NOT cook. We would go get Chinese food or whatever restaurant we could find that was open. So tomorrow, my brother and I will be getting Korean BBQ, I don’t want to break this tradition. Also, I have a tradition to put my Christmas tree up on Thanksgiving, much to Ailish’s dismay, but she couldn’t have her way all the time. Plus, once she found out she didn’t have to help decorating, she grew to love it!!!

Happy Thanksgiving, gobble gobble!!! (Actually, stay away from turkeys this year, there was a big recall due to salmonella outbreak, stay away from romaine lettuce too. I guess this means more room for dessert!!!)

Here are some pics through the years, I thought I would share with you all!!!

welcome picture

My best friend since the beginning!!!

me and aily in front of closet

My other half!!!

high school prom

Our prom night obligatory pic with the parents….


My partner in crime!!! (NYC Times Square 2016, we weren’t in trouble, my detective cousin wanted us to take pics with these two cops)