In two days, that date will again tear at my soul. June 2nd..the day my sister died from cancer. It's not that I only think of her on this day...there is hardly a day goes by that she doesn't come to mind. I miss our talks. I miss her! I try to focus on all the love I have in my life, a younger sister, a life partner, cousins, friends...but I miss Arlene.
This anniversary is shared by her husband, who doesn't talk about her death much..and medicates with alcohol. I still love him.
It is also shared with my younger sister Debbie and Arlene's former co-workers and her boss Teri (who is now my adopted sister) and we will, at 8.Am on June 2nd...eat an icecream cone in her memory. They, will put on lipstick, for the occasion because arlene was always made up to face her day. Sorry sis, I just can't do the paint by number make up! So, we will remember...and lift our cones in a toast to all that was...and will be again some day!
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Darlene, I extend my condolences to you for the loss of your sister Arlene. It's so nice that you have not forgotten her even though it has been two years. June has always been a sad month for me too because on June 6, 1998, my beloved mother, Alice Annie Peart, passed away at the age of 91 years. On June 3rd I had gone to the house to see her in the afternoon and take care of some of her business at the bank.She was not very steady on her feet and after I got back from the bank, I ended up making supper for her because she was not thinking straight and dropping everything.I went home for supper and then called my sister Marjorie and told her that we better get over to our mother's place because something told me that all was not well. It's a good thing we did because we found her lying on the living room floor unable to get up. I quickly dialed 911 and the ambulance arrived and after taking all her vital signs, took her straight to the hospital. I rode in the ambulance and Marjorie picked up my wife Janet and drove her to the hospital where we all met. The next day mother was moved up to a ward and was conscious and realized that she would probably have to go to a nursing home, something she never wanted to do. The next day, she lapsed into a coma and when the Doctor suggested a triple bypass, we called my sister Ann in Montreal and after talking to her, it was mutually agreed that considering her age and everything else, told the doctor that mother would never want that and to not keep her alive artificially but just keep her comfortable. We stayed quite late and then went home. Early the next morning, Marjorie got the call that mother was gone. Mother always believed that you could will your death, and when she thought that she would have to go to a nursing home, that appears to be exactly what happened and she got her wish to avoid going to a nursing home. To the best of my knowledge, she went peacefully and did not suffer.Since I have embraced Christian Universalism or the Gospel of Inclusion, I know for sure that I will be reunited with my parents and grandparents in Heaven someday. It's great when you know God will be 100% successful in getting everybody in.With man, things look impossible, but with God, all things are possible.Praise God!
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