In college, I was a true starving artist. I remember drinking water for dinner out of the bathroom faucet in the hotel I was living in. I felt alone. I felt helpless. My parents couldnt afford to always send me money; so I struggled. My oldest sister, with whom I had a very limited relationship, reached out to me. She would call almost everyday to make sure that I was ok. She sent money when she could. She even sent me 3 huge boxes of food and cooking ware. Whenever I needed her, she was there for me. Fast forward some years, I moved to Los Angeles, and fell upon tough times again. I couldnt pay my rent. I owed people money. Back to square one. She reached out again and offered me a place to stay in Philly, plus the promise of a job. The job fell through and her and I had disagreements. I couldnt contribute financially, so I chose to leave, instead of being a burden. When I left, I left on bad terms, and we didnt speak for years. Partly my fault. Fast forward at least 10yrs. I see my big sister for the first time in a decade (minus a minor visit for one day). She came to visit my mom in Arizona. We laugh. We catch up on old times. We forgive each other. I made plans to visit her and keep the newly revived relationship active, but God had other plans. About 30mins ago, my big sister passed away. She died before I could even say goodbye. I left her a voicemail just yesterday asking her to call me back. Today, God called her back. From Allah we come, and to Him we shall all be returned. RIP Big Sis. I love you.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 04:28:15 +0000
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