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Tuesday, December 3, 2019
A Sister's Life Changing Experience Of Faith And Hope Part Twenty One
Today is going to be a long day, because today is my sister's funeral. We decided to have the funeral and calling hours today because we want to honor her memory in living on how she never would complain. The calling hours are this morning, following the church service to do the funeral. I saw my mom and aunt Vivian this morning. I saw them getting ready. Then just as everyone is getting ready, I hear a slight knock at the door. I go to answer, and it's my uncle Jarred who has decided he was not going to miss being at his own niece's funeral and calling hours. He sees aunt Vivian and walks over to her. She embraces him tightly as she knows how hard this day is going to be for all of us. Then I hear the door knock once more. I now have been shocked an slightly surprised to see Malory, David, Callie, Shelly, Sheryl, Carol, Holly, Mason, Callie, Darla, Danny, Nancy, Nicole, Nathan, Justin, Jack, Jackie, Lily, Annie, and Emanuel, who are our cousins. Mom and Dad greet every single one of them and thank them for coming at short notice. They say that things like this will get better, but you can see each one of us is struggling to put on a brave face today. Blake who is old enough to drive, takes mom, dad, myself, and uncle Jarred in one car. Then aunt Vivian takes Danny, Darla, Callie, Holly Nicole, Nathan, and Nancy in another car. Then Mason our cousin who is old enough takes, David, Malory, Callie, Shelly Sheryl, Carol, Annie, Emanuel, Justin, Jack, Jackie, and Lily in the other. We get to our church where the directors of a funeral parlor that my parents had met with before we would find out that my sister had passed, were waiting for us. So that anyone who was family could see my sister, one last time and say goodbye as a proper way of doing things in private. The casket is only open for viewing only for those who could be here as a family. Blake hugs me and I hug him tight, as I whisper gently for my sister in Heaven to hear. I gently whisper as Blake knows, that the thing I'm whispering will forever remain in my heart and left unknown for friends who come today, because the thing I whispered was sweet dreams, till we see each other again, because your Heaven reuniting with Jesus who saved us from our sins. I go with Blake to sit down in our seat, as I watch all of my cousins silently cry and kneel by the casket praying that their cousin, my sister in Heaven can hear them saying goodbye to a beautiful girl, who is rejoicing with a heartfelt smile. They sit with us, and some of them in the row behind, as they now watch Uncle Jarred and Aunt Vivian saying goodbye to a niece who was very well loved. Uncle Jarred and Aunt Vivian they sit in the row behind, as it is now our parents turn to say goodbye to a loving daughter that was compassionate and smart. They said their goodbyes, they sat beside us, as they watched and we all the casket close before us. The people who came to pay their respects told us how sorry they were and she'll be truly missed. We've allowed some close friends to sit in the first two rows with where we sat, so that we could remember how blessed and how thankful we truly are. The crowd of people who filled every row, was a honor and blessing, because my sister would've wanted to let everyone know that no matter how far or who we are, this is just an earthly home, and someday we will be together in Heaven even if it seems like it's far. The pastor spoke with loving and care and then we each shared memories, and sang a few songs, and then prayed as we knew that prayer is always a great thing to do. I hope that my sister sees me somehow because I wish she would know that I'm trying my best.
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