Cancer. Memories of countless pre-cancer scenarios have been on constant replay in my head and heart since I received the call 15 days ago that my beloved sister Nawnly Judith passed on: I picture Manmie (Tulia Morvan Lilite) telling me how she used to prepare two bottles at a time because Judith and I were less than a year apart. I remember playing *church* with her and with my other siblings -- shed always be the soloist, especially on days when Emeline Michel sang at Eglise Bolosse. I recall frolicking together on playgrounds, running on soft sand, drinking coconut water at the beach, pretending to leave the country as devilish 8-year olds, practicing Messiah solos on our parents front porch (whether the neighbors liked it or not), cooking together (SO many times), going to the Alabanza studio to record new songs written by Carl Joseph, saying goodbye when I actually left Haiti, being reunited in the States . . . talking and laughing and teasing and reminiscing during untold phone conversations. We talked so often! Then, cancer hit. Things are different now. I truly and achingly do miss it all. But, she is still in my heart. Though I get to wait to hear it, her voice is much better now. Whats more is her body is much stronger and her whole being is much fuller. Bittersweet! I do not like cancer. It is insidious and pervasive. It is a predator that savagely feeds on beautiful bodies and brilliant minds. Yet it teaches and reminds me that suffering produces perseverance and builds character. May my bitter tears do nothing but continue to sweeten and tenderize my heart!
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 10:47:18 +0000
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