With the leaves changing from their summer colors to the beautiful oranges, reds and yellows I can't help but think of my sissy. This was Chrissy's favorite time of year with all it's cool, crisp temperatures, great festive holidays and outrageous foods that she loved so much! I can't help but think of the many costumes she would create or surprise us with.....even into the last weeks of her life when she felt so tired. She insisted on dressing herself; perhaps allowing herself to do something for herself....with no ones assistance. But as much as I miss her and long for her physical presence; this day I can't help but think of two other sisters whose lives would change in a heartbeat. They are sisters that I only know from a distance. I have learned of their tragic journey through my own family ties, our common neighborhoods and schools, our families connected by similiar friends and family members. My sisters hung out in common circles with their great aunts and my neice knows an uncle and my nephew went to a dance with one of these sisters. I came to learn of a recent tragedy that was selfishly created by a stranger who started a chain of events that would last a lifetime filled with challenges and grief. I saw one of these sisters in a photograph last year taken with my nephew who attended a school dance with her. What a beautiful aura she has!
Two sisters driving along, minding their own business, talking about who knows what? Perhaps they were chatting about their evening plans or talking of boys or parents or laughing at a joke. Maybe they were quarreling over which song they wanted to hear on the radio or whose turn it was to do the dishes. Maybe they sat in silence, thinking of life or nothing at all. One never knows when our time will come; not even an eleven year old little girl. I don't know why these tragic events occur? They will never make sense to me, but maybe it isn't for us to understand. And that's where the faith has to happen in order for the healing to begin. It's easy to "believe" when life goes our way, but it's not so easy when a loved one passes on. I don't think anyone could ever make sense of such a horrific car accident. It just so happens that another car traveling at just the same time apparently drove them off the road; only to leave the fallen pieces to a loving family. That stranger didn't dare stop or take responsibility for their actions, and that alone can lead to many unanswered questions. You were seen whoever you are.....others witnessed the act. Why do people act so selfishly?
As I think of my own sister and her journey; I feel the blessings with the cancer, being able to spend time together given her circumstances. I had a chance to talk with her and be with her those last days. There's no way to prepare yourself for death really, but I have always found comfort in speaking freely with her; both of us knowing what was to come, saying our "goodbyes". These two sisters weren't given that opportunity, but I can only hope, knowing what I know, that they were two loving sisters who made the most of their earthly life. May God bless their family and heal them in the days ahead. Who knew that one of those sisters would leave her earthly life so young, only to become an angel. I'm sure of it. If there is a blessing in the madness of such a tragedy is that God gave this family a young angel whom I'm sure is guiding them on their way through healing. I hope they see the signs that are so apparent in the early days of grief. They continue on, but I pray that they continue to see the signs. All I can say is that I'm so very sorry for their loss.....but in the loss of an earthly sister lives an angel.
"God giving us life is His gift to us, and our gift to Him is living it"
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