I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
My beautiful amazing sister Angie passed away last Sunday. I could never write enough words to express what an exceptional woman she was in every way. She was far more than a sister to me, and I am trying my best to be strong as I know she would not want us to brew in our sorrow. She was tired, we all were. She did not want to suffer any longer. The memories we all have of her are each precious and beautiful. It was her greatest wish not to become a tragedy, and I fully intend to ensure that never happens. She never once felt pity for herself, and did not want others to feel sorry for her either. She wrote a poem about paper cranes I made when I was visiting her, and how though she could not fold the paper to make cranes, she could fold the words upon the paper to make beautiful cranes of her own. She would want me to make more cranes, and someday I will, just for her. May God bring us all peace.
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This made me cry and smile Anna. Beautiful, just like her. She was... is... so proud of you.
Anna,
I hope you don't mind hearing from a stranger about your dear sister.
Your sister and I read one another's blogs and even though I never knew her in person, I could tell she was an amazing woman from her posts and comments. I feel blessed having had her as part of my blogging world and consider myself very lucky to have been part of hers.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Holly
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