I have always had my sisters. It's one of those things I have never know life without and thank god for that. I can not imagine a day without the shoulder of my sisters to cry. I can not imagine picking up a phone and not having them to call on. My sisters are a big part of who I am and who I will continue to become...
My Dad was one of seven with four brother and two sisters. Growing up I remember something about all of my aunt's and uncle's. My Uncle Kevin who had the nickname of Sput (born the day of the Sputnic) was always the happy brother. I never saw him without a smile. He was the quietest and from what I remember the most gentle brother and had a special spot for my little sister Teri. every time he would come around Tera would climb into his lap and take a dollar bill that he had pulled out for her. I never wondered why she got the dollar bill and not me because that is always just how it was...
My Dad has been gone 11 years and I have only seen my Uncle Kevin a few times since. Isn't that what happens a lot of times with family? Unless their is a funeral or a wedding to remind us all how important family is, gaps of time elapse without even realizing it. So soon their will be a funeral, their will be a reminder that time flies by as we hug and reminisce with family we have not see in years. Time will seem so real because our family will have grown since we were last all together with new babies born. This funeral will be for Kevin. May he rest in peace.
I would like to believe their is a heaven for many reasons really. First, because it makes dyeing seem less cruel. It brings me comfort in knowing I will see the people I love so much again after they are gone. It brings me peace in my life thinking my Dad can still see me, that he is still so much a part of me. I imagine today that although so many people are grieving for Kevin he is reuniting with his brother, my Dad. That he is feeling the same emotions I feel when I am with my sisters. That he is protected and loved by the brother he has not seen in 11 years...
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