Much as twins often have a sense when the other is in danger, so do some sisters. The night Jane died, the exact time of her death, both Margie and I woke up at 3:30 AM. We knew. I have no recollection of Jane’s funeral or the Shiva. It is all a fog. I know Margie and I wrote something about our younger sister that the Rabbi read as part of his eulogy.

Jane  (to us, Janie, our dear sweet little sister): From our earliest memories on Indian Ridge Road, when you cried having

your picture taken, you were always too cute, lovable, and at times trying, but always out dear sister. We walked you to

school, we fought with you, we protected you from dogs, we ate Raisinettes together on Saturday nights. We grew up

together through thick and thin, but most of all, we loved each other. Words are not enough. We just want to say we will

always love you.”


I returned back to New York within a week after Jane died, in a complete fog not believing my sister was gone. With one phone call, one moment, my life changed, I changed, my family changed, diminished now by one.

The Judy Lipson who left one week prior clearly not the same Judy Lipson who returned. I did not know who I was. We were always three sisters. Now we were two. Am I the youngest now? That can’t be. I am the middle of three girls.

The last time I saw Jane three weeks before she died, I came home for a wedding our entire family attended. We celebrated my 25th birthday. As Jane and I went shopping, the typical fights over who was going to drive down Commonwealth Avenue in Boston. My memory remains fragmented but I can see her sitting next to me in the front seat of the car, that dimple on her cheek. In the future, my birthday would always carry a cloud associated with the loss of my dear sister; it was the final time I saw her.

It is learning of Margie’s death that I have more recollection.

I knew immediately when I opened the door on Wednesday night, August 1, 1990, and saw my parents standing there.  No words needed to be spoken. The inevitable had come. Margie had lost her battle. My beloved sister Margie was gone.

That fateful Wednesday evening in August etched in my mind forever. Just a few days before, my father and I talked over coffee and he said to me, “Judy, we are going to lose her this time.”

How may times had she been at death’s door? For 20 years, she fought and championed to overcome her fight with mental illness and her demons. Her body was finally shut down. My gorgeous Margie, my big sister whom I admired, my soul mate, my idol, my true best friend, now deceased.

The ride from the Temple to the cemetery felt like an eternity. We drove at a snail’s pace to get there. Alone with the parents in the car,  barely a work was spoken. Back at the house for Shiva, I felt so alone. Someone brought a delicious chocolate chip coffee cake, the only thing that I ate for days.






Judy Lipson

I am a sister who sadly lost both my sisters. I lost my younger beloved sister Jane died at age 22 in an automobile accident in 1981, and my older beloved sister Margie passed away at age 35 after a 20-year battle with anorexia and bulimia in 1990. I am the sole surviving sibling. As the Founder and Chair of “Celebration of Sisters,” this annual ice skating fundraiser honors and commemorates the lives and memories of my beloved sisters to benefit Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, MA. The event is scheduled the first Sunday in November as Jane’s birthday was November 6th and Margie’s November 8th. We celebrate all lost siblings, their legacies as they live on in all of us. Since the inception of Celebration of Sisters in 2011, I have embarked on the journey to mourn the losses of my beloved sisters that had been suppressed for 30 years. The process unmistakably the greatest challenging time in my life proved to be the most empowering, enlightening and freeing. Now that I am allowing my sisters and their memories to return to my heart where they truly belong, I am re-discovering myself, happier and more at peace. Ice skating is a sport shared by me and my sisters and a chord throughout my life. It has brought me full circle to pay tribute to my sisters and bring me joy, peace, healing and the recipient of the US Figure Skating 2020 Get Up Award. My memoir Celebration of Sisters: It is Never Too Late To Grieve will be published in December 2021. It is my goal to advocate for sibling loss to insure surviving siblings are neither alone nor forgotten.

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