Mimmi so often comes to my mind, and though I would not wish her back into a world full of pain, a part of me will always miss her, she was a sister to me...
I will always remember
The way you laugh
Your embrace on life
Living each day
As if you knew
It may be your last.
I think even before
We knew in our heads
Your time was short
That sweet friend sent
On loan from Heaven,
Life dealt you so much
Pain
Yet your face radiated Christ's grace.
You were the one
I could talk to about anything
Midnight calls
With tear stained faces
Over lost loved ones
And twelve page letters
Still cherished today
That was your space.
I remember you
Both Mother, Sister
Daughter and Friend
and always you signed your letters
To the Sister of My Heart
What a joy those words
Would bring.
I could laugh with you
And cry with you
No judgement in our friendship
Because really we were family.
You cried over loss limbs and broken
Dreams
But you were the strongest person
I knew
Pushing on through the pain.
Even at your sickest moments
Those moments we did not
Know what tomorrow bring
Your answer was always
The same
'I will get through this
With God's Grace.'
You captured life
In those thirty six short years
I only knew you for a few of those
But we always said
From the moment we met
It was like we knew each other
From the start.
We drew childhood paralels
Smiled at the similarities
And cried at the frustrations
Letting go of years of
Bottled up pain.
Whenever I called you
Or you called me
No matter what was going on in your
Life you would take the time
To see how I was doing.
The frustration of tests and
Years of questions
And when the answer came
We both felt that
Bittersweet relief
When the words
Muscular Dystrophy
Came into play.
I celebrate life with you though
And you with me
From silly dances
To silly games
To the stories I shared
With you.
You know how to draw us in
You said and laughed as you told me
About the fact that your Mom had took
Your copy of my book
Reflections on Life
Because she had worn hers out.
You can't help but smile at
Something like that.
I can laugh at the memories now
And still cry at times too
Because in so many ways
My big sis
I will miss you
But wouldn't it be selfish of me
To wish you back
To this place of insanity?
You've been gone
For just over two years
And at times I have to remind
Myself I can not call
Just to say Hey
How are you doing
Sis?
But one day
I will see that
Face Radiated
With Christ's Grace
Once again
And together
We will sing a new
Song of Praise.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
March.22.09
5: 16 P.M PST
Mimmi (M.W August.16.2007-Feb.09.2007)
Gone But Not Forgotten