Thinking of My Sister...

12/07/2008

My sister Diane passed away early Tuesday morning in Bel Air, Maryland. 

Diane was just sixty-eight years old, but looked much older; much, much older.  About six weeks ago my sister broke a hip.  Since that time she had pretty much refused to do what was necessary for her rehabilitation.  She would not get out of the bed because she said it hurt her.  The effect of her refusal hit her hard the Tuesday before Thanksgiving via a massive stroke leaving her with no use of the left side of her body and unable to swallow.  Her death came peacefully.

My sister is in a better place now.  Her spirit is reunited with the Soul of God.  Her ordeal is over.

As I have written in the past, I am fully responsible for what happens to me in my life.  I accept that.  My sister did not.  She was a miserable person and chose to be just that. 

I believe no one dies until their purpose for being on this planet is complete.  Diane’s purpose may never be fully defined, but I learned from her in her last months.  Perhaps hers was to teach me humility; or maybe to teach it to others?  Maybe she was to show us or experience herself how one can drag oneself down to the very bottom emotionally?  Perhaps it was to teach us the meaning of love?  Maybe her purpose is not yet complete and will be revealed as her funeral takes place?  Life is above all a mystery.

Diane was hard to love, but I loved her nonetheless.  She was my sister.  The last time I saw her she looked very bad.  She had no life in her sad eyes, no joy in her heart.  She was just there; she had no quality of life.  Sad!

In a way I will miss her, and in another I will not.  She deserves whatever joy being reunited with God may bring her, especially if the spirit of my mom and dad are nearby.  She longed to be with them.  She will like that.

And that is all I have to say about that…