Remembering My Sister Today. She Passed At Away At The Young Age Of 45 Years Old. Today, She Would Have Been 50 Years Old And I Know, Without A Doubt, That I Would Have Made A Big Deal Over Her Reaching Such A Big Milestone In Her Life - Her 50th Birthday. I Love Her With All My Heart And Soul And I Miss Her Spirit Sooo Much. But My Heart Is Content In Knowing That Her Soul Is At Peace. To My Beautiful, Loving, And Endearing Sister, Deyoni Black aka Fatty Pooh - I Honor You On This Day and I Will Always Love You! Everything seemed so strange and surreal. For months I asked myself, Is it a dream or is it real? Where are her soft brown eyes of affection? Where is the laughter and talk of our childhood reflection? Where is the loving care when I was sick or sad? Where is the generous soul for which I was glad? Where is her forgiving and understanding heart? Where are the bonds that were there from the start? I miss all the little ways she showed me she cared, for there were so many good moments we shared. Looking back on my life’s assorted scenes, I realized she taught me what love true means. She was my sister, my trusted confidante, my friend on whose loving support I could always depend. I look at her smiling face in all my photos. Memories flood my mind as I touch the mementos from the happy times we have had. But now these bring tears and make me sad. For the time together went by in a wink. Life was not as long as we’d like to think. Sometimes memories bring comfort and make me smile. But there are times when grief takes over for a while. Friends offer gentle words and prayers to console and tell me what has happened to your loving soul. Can it be true what they say of time healing grief? Is it enough when they say death has given you relief? Can we believe what others say of a better place, where our beloved ones rest in God’s warm embrace. I should be happy shes free of pain and sorrow, and rejoice that she’ll always have tomorrow. How can I then be so heartbroken and selfishly cry; return to me from that peaceful place where you lie!” Although I cried and stood grief-stricken by her grave, I promise not to forget the loving memories she gave. But still I miss her so very much my sister dear, and her caring words I once again long to hear. My heart’s only solace is one day I will see her as before, beckoning me to come join her on that white distant shore.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 22:22:18 +0000