She Was Buried On My Birthday/The New Wisdom in Wealth and Health Workshops by Esther Pinkston (581 hits)
Wow, this is hard to write about. It's been two-years now and it is still difficult to deal with so now I write about it. Writing is good therapy I have been told. My sister was beautiful, light brown skined with long beautiful black hair. She was tall and slim and wore the best of clothes. She has five beautiful successful children and a host of grand children and a couple of great-grands. I am the youngest in the family and from a different father. There were two brother between us. She and I had a so, so relationship. However, she was always my idol. I loved her with all of my heart. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to please her. To me she was so beautiful. After we became adults and my mother moved in with her because I was getting married she began to change. I did not notice for a long while. Until she began to refer to me as her half sister. That is okay, because I am but, Mom always made us feel like we were whole blooded even though everyone knew we weren't. Anyway, all I know is that I loved my family and wanted the best for them all. She went to be with the Lord two-years this November. Her funeral was held on November 12th which is my birthday. Well, I'm just now getting where I can share about this. I did not celebrate last year. I did not know how to mourn and celebrate at the same time. This year I'm asking all of my family, friends and business partners to help me celebrate by supporting my business.
I like journaling about my feeling and day to day things as well. I love writing my thoughts down. It is sad to hear that your sister was buried on your birthday though. It would be hard to celebrate for me also.
Monday, November 3rd 2008 at 9:06PM
Jen Fad
