It’s been 5 years since my oldest sister passed away. I don’t usually dwell on anniversaries like this but it seems some years it feels fresh again. Sometimes I still look at her picture and think I can call her. Fall will always remind me that there will come a day when there will be no more sadness or tears.
I know she is better off where she is now than when she was here. I must admit sometimes that does not make me feel better. I miss her crazy laughter, and her calls every night to give me a run down of her day. I miss her for selfish reasons of course.
The other day I found one of the many dresses she made for Alexa. It reminded me of what a great person she was. She really did not have a mean bone in her body although I have to say I did pick on her a lot as one of her younger sisters. There were 6 years between us but we were close.
I am grateful for what the Father has taught me about her death. I know that we are here for a short time, right now I am the same age she was when she passed away. We need to take each day and live like it’s the last because we just don’t know. God has so much for us if we just live our lives.
We can’t dwell on the past but learn from it and move on. I am blessed with memories and hopeful of what the Father has in store for me. I miss my sister but it only builds anticipation for the day we shall meet again.
That’s the blessing of knowing where you’ll spend eternity . . . with Jesus and those who’ve gone on ahead of us. I feel the same way about my Dad . . . looking so forward to seeing him again.