Two months ago today, September 4, I got a call late in the night. Lorraine was gone… probably a heart attack. She was my only sister and was just two years and three and a half months older than me. I can’t begin to tell you how much I miss her.
Sometimes I think I’ll call her to ask a question. She always had good answers.
Sometimes I think we just need to talk something over. We had good, interesting discussions. We both loved reminiscing about our childhood.
Sometimes I’ve wanted to call her to tell her some good news. We both always got excited for each other.
We both loved bragging about our grandchildren to each other. We were both always impressed with their ambitions, their abilities, their talents, their dreams…
But I can never talk to her again. I have a hole in my heart and it hurts.
Today a friend, Sharron, gave me a gift. It’s a little handicraft idea she got a hold of and made some to give as gifts. It’s made of Scrabble tiles and the little tray the tiles sit on. If you can’t read mine it says: JOY. She had written a Bible verse to go with it: “Weeping endures for a night…but…joy comes in the morning.” Psalms 30:5. She told me I was the first one she thought of to give one too! She’ll never know what this means to me! She didn’t know I’m hurting especially today. She said she just felt she should give this to me today. Thank you so much, Sharron. I needed this little reminder.