Thursday, July 22, 2010
My Sister Cynthia
It's been 11 days since Cindy left. She passed away in the evening of July 11, 2010. I got there too late, on Monday July 12th. We placed her in the ground on Saturday July 17th. During that week, we planned, talked, laughed and cried. Mostly, we remembered my sister Cindy by recalling who she was and what she meant to each of us.
Family and friends came from all over. People opened their homes and brought food for the crowd.
I'm just her brother. I never knew life without Cindy. Until 11 days ago, there's never been a day that she wasn't there.
I have to complain - because this world isn't fair:
She died of cancer, a disease they should have figured out a cure for decades ago. I heard that my sister was taking medications that were developed in the '60's and '70's - and it is considered the 'best we've got to offer'. Researchers / Scientists are too busy focused on the wrong stuff. I would like an accounting of where all that money goes - seriously. Everyone's raising money for cancer research, but how are they spending it? She tried 13 'kinds' of chemo. She took 90 doses of various treatments of chemo (maybe a world record). She endured multiple, major, surgeries. And, until her very last days - she was active, out of bed, touring the world and dancing at weddings.
My sister was tough as nails, and had a personality to match. She loved the world. She was passionate and loving. She was smart, and savy too. She knew how to laugh and how to cry. She loved God and trusted Him to the end. She had a personality that exploded in public.
I miss my sister and will never forget her. The best news? I'll see her soon! Like the morning mist, our time here is short. We'll be reunited fast. James says "What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." (james 4)
As usual, she's leading the way - charging forward to prepare a place for the rest of us. She's setting the table for our arrival, placing the feast on the table, lighting the candles, arranging the chairs and orchestrating the entertainment. There's gonna be a party!
Love ya Cindy!