Crissy

Today is the 21st anniversary of when my sister died. Anniversaries should be things you celebrate with joy, not with sadness. They need to come up with another word. I tell people that for the first couple of years when the day came I was very sad. As the years pass I’m less sad and more wistful but you never forget the death of someone you love. I still find myself forgetting that she's actually gone and then remember and start wondering what she would be like today. I can now think of her and a smile will come to my face.

This year was particularly tough. I thought I could get through the day without crying but I was not successful. Maybe next year will be better. There's lots more I could say but I think everyone knows what I mean.

Here's a link to what my Aunt Beth posted today - she said it so well.
http://betharment.blogspot.com/2009/02/crissy.html

Quote/poem for the day:

A Child Of Mine (To All Parents)

Edgar Guest

I will lend you, for a little time,

A child of mine, He said.

For you to love the while she lives,

And mourn for when she's dead.

It may be six or seven years,

Or twenty-two or three.

But will you, till I call her back,

Take care of her for Me?

She'll bring her charms to gladden you,

And should her stay be brief.

You'll have her lovely memories,

As solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay,

Since all from earth return.

But there are lessons taught down there,

I want this child to learn.

I've looked the wide world over,

In search for teachers true.

And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,

I have selected you.

Now will you give her all your love,

Nor think the labour vain.

Nor hate me when I come

To take her home again?

I fancied that I heard them say,

'Dear Lord, Thy will be done!

'For all the joys Thy child shall bring,

The risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter her with tenderness,

We'll love her while we may,

And for the happiness we've known,

Forever grateful stay.

But should the angels call for her,

Much sooner than we've planned.

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,

And try to understand.

(gender changed from the original poem to female)