I sit here on the day after my younger sister passed away and I am so filled with sorrow. I don't think I have experienced this deep of sorrow before, even when my parents passed away.
Home life when growing up was a mess and we had never been close. I had so hoped when moving to KS, where my dad is from and where my sister was living, that my sister and I would have a more sister like relationship...but it did not work out that way. At first she was friendly enough, but as time went on she showed the same paranoia as my mom. I tried and tried to reach out to her but when my mom (the abuser) passed my sister just seemed to turn on me. The last time I tried to visit her she would not even let me in the house.
I continued though to send her birthday presents and cards and respond to her on Facebook.
A few months ago my sister suddenly moved to SC to be with her oldest son and his family. I told her via Facebook that I was sad to see her move so far away but was glad she would be living with family. Just before Christmas my sister had congestive heart failure and was rushed to the local hospital. Her kidneys failed from there and they had her on a kidney machine. Then, because there was no improvement and there was a time limit on the machine, they removed her from the machine and they said she would die, they just did not know when.
Her son set up a conference call in her hospital room so that we could talk with her. She was only on pain meds but was fully awake and able to talk. We had a fairly good conversation, though short. The poisons were spreading through her body and she mainly babbled about various things. She sounded good though and my brother and I were able to tell her we loved her and she told us she loved us too. Yesterday she passed away
Restoration never came while on this earth and even though I've pretty much cried non-stop for 2 days now, I can look forward to the restoration we will see each other again. I love my sister and even though we were not close we were sisters.
Home life when growing up was a mess and we had never been close. I had so hoped when moving to KS, where my dad is from and where my sister was living, that my sister and I would have a more sister like relationship...but it did not work out that way. At first she was friendly enough, but as time went on she showed the same paranoia as my mom. I tried and tried to reach out to her but when my mom (the abuser) passed my sister just seemed to turn on me. The last time I tried to visit her she would not even let me in the house.
I continued though to send her birthday presents and cards and respond to her on Facebook.A few months ago my sister suddenly moved to SC to be with her oldest son and his family. I told her via Facebook that I was sad to see her move so far away but was glad she would be living with family. Just before Christmas my sister had congestive heart failure and was rushed to the local hospital. Her kidneys failed from there and they had her on a kidney machine. Then, because there was no improvement and there was a time limit on the machine, they removed her from the machine and they said she would die, they just did not know when.
Her son set up a conference call in her hospital room so that we could talk with her. She was only on pain meds but was fully awake and able to talk. We had a fairly good conversation, though short. The poisons were spreading through her body and she mainly babbled about various things. She sounded good though and my brother and I were able to tell her we loved her and she told us she loved us too. Yesterday she passed away
Restoration never came while on this earth and even though I've pretty much cried non-stop for 2 days now, I can look forward to the restoration we will see each other again. I love my sister and even though we were not close we were sisters.
