My hiatus from posting on this blog was due to my youngest sister’s serious health issues, which resulted in her death this past week.
I was able to visit with her in Tampa last Tuesday for a couple of hours. She died about thirty hours later. Death of a loved one, no matter how expected, is always difficult to handle, maybe because it only serves to remind us of our own mortality. My sister, Peggy, was twelve years younger than I am, an age difference that made a close relationship practically impossible. I was married and out of the house almost before she entered elementary school. However, just as parents aren’t supposed to bury their children, an older brother doesn’t expect to lose a much younger sister. As she whispered to me during the visit, “I’m only 63 and I’m dying. It is isn’t fair.” You’re absolutely right, Peggy. It isn’t fair.
May you rest in peace, little sister-you touched many, many hearts with your kind, generous, and caring attitude.
Your deeply saddened brother, Duke.
So sorry for your loss. Losing a sibling is not easy at any age. May she rest in peace.
Well that sucks, I’m sorry for your loss. Your sister was lucky to have you for a brother.
I’m so sorry, Duke. Condolences. I lost my older brother last May. Unable to attend his service due to my own medical issues, which sucks.
I’m so sorry for your sister and your family and her friends who will also feel this loss
My heart feels your sadness.
So sorry you lost her, Duke. May good memories of times together give you some comfort at this most difficult time.
Sorry for your loss Duke. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Deepest condolences at the loss of your sibling. I lost my first cousin last week suddenly to a massive heart attack at 70. No history of heart disease! She was twenty years older, but I knew her and loved her all the same. Great distance in age with families doesn’t preclude love. I’m sure your sister loved you and you had a great relationship. I’m so sorry for your loss.
Losing a sibling, in my case my older sister, brought out the same emotions as when My mother died and I officialy became an orphan. I’m programmed to identify a problem, consider various solutions and implement the most practical. But death doesn’t allow us the prospect of a solution. It’s final, done, incontrovertible. Not reviewable.