Emily Hill Emily Hill

How I finally came to terms with my sister’s death

Gavanndra Hodge found the loss of her young sister so painful that she obliterated her memory — until that also proved unbearable

Gavanndra Hodge. Credit: Shutterstock 
issue 06 June 2020

‘Grief is the price we pay for love,’ the Queen once wrote. This memoir is steeped in the pain of unpaid debt. ‘When you were nine, you had a pink coat that you loved so much you wore it all the time, even on the early morning flight to Tunisia,’ Gavanndra Hodge begins, talking to her younger sister Candy, who’s been dead for 30 years.

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