Dee, our brother and myself-1999
Easter 2005-again myself, Dee with our brother
When my mother found out she was pregnant with me she wondered "how can this be~for I am too old" and had long since given up the thought of any more children. My sister was 13 when I was born and so naturally she was given much responsibility for my care and nurturing. When she moved out to go to college I vividly remember running down the street crying and begging her to take me too. While in my teens and early college years, achieving all that she had accomplished became my mission. When I got married she was the last to walk down the isle before the bridal party and sat in the place delegated to the brides mother. So much of our lives were intertwined and I adored her. When she moved to a town to be closer to my family our relationship developed on a deeper level and sometimes our roles switched. Dee had more impact on my life than most sisters and she held the role of mother in more ways than one. In 1998 she was diagnosed with a late stage Ovarian cancer; she went on a mission to research and encourage others battling this disease. She fought a valiant battle for 8 long years, enduring three or four surgeries and many rounds of chemo. It was on Valentine's Day 2005 that we found out her battle was near the end; no more surgeries, her heart being weakened from chemo could not withstand more either. I was blessed to be with her her last seven months, blessed to be at her side her last days and the moments she took her last breathe. She was more courageous than I could ever imagine and the last months of her life were probably the sweetest. I miss her terribly for she was my chief defender, encourager and best friend. It is not surprising then that at times I swear she is near me~sometimes when I laugh I sound just like she did and when I try on new glasses I look just like she did. I never had a close relationship with my mom but I had one in my second mom-my sister. So this Sunday when others think about their own mother's I will be thinking about my beloved sister. Every time I look at her little old dog we adopted when she went home to Glory, I think about her.
Today and everyday take time to thank your mom, not just this Sunday.
Happy Mother's Day!
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