To see before my eyes a disease that left a once confident, smart and adventurous individual to someone who found speaking too tiring is painful, and for it to happen to one as dear as my sister, devastatingly so. A part of me is happy that she has left her body of suffering under the multiple needles and drugs that all seeked to increase her discomfort. Another part, the greater part is regretful that I did not spend enough time with her. Somehow the thought that my sister would leave this world never really occurred to me.
I just pray that at this time, when many prophecies have been given by pastors and well-meaning people alike regarding my sister's restoration of health has gone unfulfilled, my family at this time, more than at any, would seek comfort and draw strength from God. I worry for my parents, at this time virtually childless with my other sister just flown off for her studies this evening and I at camp, will be able to pull through this dark hour.
To Cheryl: I'm glad you have left this place for a much better one. Though I mourn of your disappearance now, see you again in heaven.
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