tiny...

...portrait

of my beloved sister, cathy

who passed away now - most unexpectedly almost 2 and half years - ago, although sometimes it still seems like yesterday

if you visited my journal - last tuesday you saw - this tiny compact which her - photo is resting upon and which i - said contained another something tiny - that made me weep upon seeing it - obviously it was her picture - which conjured up so many special - memories held between us - it's funny, as sisters - cathy was the oldest - i am the youngest and our brothers - fall between us - we always referred to ourselves as - the 'bookends' holding things together

it took us a bit of time into - our adult years to form a very - solid sister friendship - a love thick as thieves - a bond so deep we'd often be able - to finish each other's thoughts & sentences - her death shook me to my core - leaving an unimaginable hole - in my life, a grief so intense - i wasn't certain i'd get through it

however abba's word says 'weeping may tarry for the night but joy comes with the morning' psalm 30:5b (esv) - the truth of this verse - is that there is hope on the other side - and every step of the way - he is with us - holding us because if anyone - understands grief, god does - i mean imagine giving up your only son

so if you're still with me - the good news is that - although i will always miss her - i have treasured memories - and a wonderful tiny photo of - a very special sister and that makes it...

a

happy day.....

p.s. this is cathy at age 12, her annual class photo