Wednesday, February 13, 2013

3 Years Already! Sorry for late post...

Wow, it's been over a year since my last blog!!! I have not spent any time blogging in a while. It's funny how time flies. Can't believe it's been 3 years that you were called home. I did remember to at least acknowledge this day on my facebook page and her memorial page....


Today we embark on the 3 year anniversary of the passing of my little sister. I remember the day I received that dreadful visit from the Coroner as if it were yesterday. I had to embrace a moment that was life changing; full of all kinds of excitement and emotion. Disbelief, shock, hurt, pain, sadness, grief, and confusion to name a few. It was the hardest thing ever to relay to my parents. Nothing can be more devastating than to bury your own child! Yet still till this day (and everyday for most of us) we are lifting her name in celebration of her life and the memories we share!

They say laughter is a good medicine, even in the face of death! I found that writing can be too! It heals the soul in a therapeutic way. I started blogging and created a website 3 years ago as my form of expression. Needlesstosay, I have not kept up with my blogging or writing. Hence my post for you today. Sometimes a little testament and encouragement goes a long way. I certainly enjoy empowering those that can not find "the light at the end of the tunnel" per se. Moreso, I definitely appreciate the same in return.

Anyhow, as I sit here reading all the heartfelt thoughts and wishes to my sister today, I am constantly reminded of the impact she had on people. Although it makes me want to break down and cry. I am constantly reminded that the scripture (Psalms 30:5) says, "weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning!" We may feel that she may have been called home too soon but rest assured that God had a perfect plan and it was His devine will. She truly was a gift from God and now our guardian angel.

Before I go, let me leave you all with this...There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go. When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure. Although it's difficult today to see beyond the sorrow, May looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow! 

RIP my sweet angel! - Your oldest sister, Marquesha