My sister

A couple of years ago I wrote a blog about my 92 yr. old sister and what an example she has been to me all my life.

Today I continue the saga.

Two weeks ago her husband of 69 years went "home". Bob and I flew to NY and I elected to stay with her an extra week. I can just imagine how hard it would be to bury your loved one. There's a lot of activity surrounding the funeral - calling hours, messages arriving, food arriving, people calling, the funeral itself - then - suddenly, everyone has gone home. Suddenly the house brimming with people hours ago is lonesomely quiet. I decided to stay with her to help 'ease' her into the quietness.

My daughter and I covenanted to each call her at least twice a week for awhile. I made my second call today - couldn't reach her yesterday because she was gone. Today she told me how her week ahead is shaping up -Sunday supper with a nephew, lunch on Monday with a friend who was widowed several years ago, meeting on Tuesday Night, St. Patrick's Day dinner at church on Wednesday, - I think Thursday Night is open - maybe Friday, too, volunteer at Food Pantry on Saturday.

Again - she is my example - my mentor over the miles. She admits that she gets "weepy" at unsuspected moments of the day, but her grief is tempered by the fact that she knows she will see him again someday, and in the meantime, life is to lived.