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by: Lynne Kingerski
I would like to tell you a story about my sister who left this earth 8 years ago in June. She was my oldest sister. I am the middle child, with a sister 4 years younger than myself. She was 40 years old when we lost her. Much too young to die. Her life was over when cancer was discovered. .
My sister was a very outgoing, "full of life" person. Awake long before dawn, singing joyfully; much unlike me with a foul temper, and "Don't talk to me mood". A call came one day from my sister in Florida. She found she had cervical cancer. My parents rushed home right away to be of support to her. My mom is a registered nurse, so of course, her mind began to race. She realized the implications and danger. Surgery was performed. My sister had a hysterectomy and
we were under the impression that every thing was cured. About a month later I began to have some problems and also had a hysterectomy, but everything turned out fine. My sister had radiation and Chemotherapy, and was somewhat back to her happy singing self in no time. She was a teacher and had her own day care, so all the children were excited about having her back. She was good with children and they, apparently, all loved her very much. Soon after, she began to have a relapse. When the radiation was done, her vital organs were scarred and burned in the process. She had a very low immune system for the cancer had destroyed her liver. In about 1 1/2 months my sister was gone. I went to visit with her 2 weeks before she died, and she told me she was ready to go to Heaven. She was actually looking forward to the end of pain and suffering. Her husband was not very understanding at all, saying that she was giving up. They had 2 daughters at the time, who were 10 and 13, which she somewhat left in my parents care, knowing that they would be cared for. My sister was a strong person and fought as long as she could. I have never seen my parents in so much pain. Losing their first born, was almost enough to make them not want to live themselves, but they went on. Her death brought about some changes in the lives of my family that were for the better.
My younger sister was pregnant at the time, and had found that she was going to have a baby girl. She asked our dying sister if she could name her daughter for her, and was told that it would be an honor. As the years went on and my niece was growing up and began to talk, she would point to the corner of the room and say excitedly, "Yook Mommy". When my sister asked what she was supposed to look at, she would say "The Angel." My sister pursued this as the baby grew older, asking her what she looked like, and Cheryl would say "Beautiful, Mommy," and put her fingers to her mouth and say "Shh, I can't tell, or she won't come back." After a while, the Angel didn't come back anymore or the child didn't speak of her. When I asked my sister why, she said that she read a lot about Guardian Angels, and the articles said that the Angel would stay with a child for a period of time, until they felt that the child was safe and secure, and then she would go away and come back to revisit periodically. I believe that this is true, and I believe that my sister is up there for my children too. My son was in Korea for a year, and I knew in my heart that he was safe, because she was there for our family. |
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