A BEAUTIFUL DAY

It’s seven-thirty in the morning, the weatherman assures a nice day. A warm day, after the clouds dissipate, and the yellow sun makes its appearance; not a bad forecast for February.

Sixteen days ago, my sister had her massive heart attack. She was on life support for six days before her passing.  Her funeral was six-days later. During this period, I felt as though I was walking in a thick fog. I still do, but on this day, of warmth, and brightness, the fog is not as dense. I can look up to heaven and smile a little, knowing that Emma is healed entirely and surrounded by family.

It is 10:15 a.m., the weatherman was spot on. The sky with its infinite shades of blue seems brighter to me, then it did yesterday. The spring-like air and warmth from the sun are like medicine for my soul.

Although the pain is deep, I am grateful for the time that we all had with our sister. It was a time to remember all the beautiful memories we created. It was a time when we told her how much we loved her and how much we would miss her. It was a time when we told her, it was alright to go home to Mom and Dad.

It’s twelve o’clock, and the news just started. The weatherman encourages everyone to get outside and enjoy the day. I believe I will, maybe with a walk.

As I tidied up my home, I thought about my sister’s family. Their love and dedication for their wife and mother touched my heart beyond belief. Their lives are forever changed, but their love is strong for a Mother and wife who loved each one unconditionally.

It’s two-fifteen, and time for a walk. The air touches my face as if an angel softly kissed my cheek. The sun warms me like a hug from a sister, gone too soon. Each step up the street, I am reminded of the blessings and lessons I learned from Emma. I thought about the many friends who attended her funeral. I could almost hear their laughter at the antics and fun they shared with my sister.

It is warmer than I thought as I lowered the zipper on my jacket. My thoughts go to my sister, Donna, and brother, Lee. I thought about Emma too. We were all very close; always have been and always will be. I am grateful for the love we feel and the readiness of all when one is in need.

As the crossing guard crossed me at the corner of Center and New Street, I realized how truly blessed I am. The word, “Grateful” filled my heart to overflowing. Step by step, the memory of times when I needed my family took shape with one, sometimes all three coming to my aid.  Thank you, Lord, for my three special gifts. Yes, even though Emma has passed, she is still one of my gifts, and always will be.

The birds were singing as I rounded the corner and walked past the football field.  Past memories, love of our parents, thoughts of my sister’s family, filled my heart with more gratitude then I could handle. It is like a side-show of the past.

One block away from my home and I thought of what Emma’s death taught me. Valuable lessons that will remain in my heart until I take my last breath.

I will never take a family member or friend for granted. Life is too short. There is no time to be angry, or unforgiving. In a family, not everyone is going to think the same way.  But that is okay. Spending time together is essential. Laugh more, encourage each other and above all love one another. It’s all for one, one for all.

I am only a few steps from my home, as I stopped and looked up to heaven, and thank my sister for sixty beautiful years.  I told her she will always be in my heart and that love never dies. Then, I thanked God for the beautiful day with the blue sky and warm sun, that touched my heart and started a rippling stream of peace.

Dear readers,

Families are forever! Cherish them each and every day.

Love always,

Cynthia