<Go back to page 6> A Tribute To My Sister "Diana" page 7   (Thank you Neens for making this graphic for me.) I knew the end was coming very soon. She was just not her self anymore. Her organs were starting to shut down. She would not eat anymore or drink. I would have to beg her to drink something. Then the night before she died she had a really bad night. She was hurting really bad. We called hospice and they told us to double up on her pain medicine. The nurse was coming the next morning. I was up almost all night. I had a feeling it was going to be anytime. I was sitting on the couch that morning when she got up and came running in the living room calling my name. I had her sit down as I was going to let the nurse in. We came into the living room and she was not there. We walked down the hall and she was on my bed. So, we carried her back to hers. She was breathing very hard and had tears in her eyes. The nurse thought she just needed more pain medicine. So, she was on the phone with drugstore. And Diana was trying to talk to me; I was trying to get her to calm down. Then I saw the look of  “I am tired Sue, please help me go” I told the nurse to get off the phone that it would not do any good she was fixing to leave this world. I was up in the bed with her and rocking her. I laid her down and told her I loved her and it was all right to go now. To look at the light in the tunnel and see God’s hand reaching for her. I told her I loved her and she could hardly talk at all then. But she smiled and said, “ I love you too”. By then I was holding her and rocking her and the nurse had heard me sing to her a lots, and told me to sing to her, so I was singing Amazing Grace and she died in my arms.  Science did not take her so I went on with her wish. She is buried with my mother in an unmarked grave. Only my mothers name is on there. I wish there was some way to change that. I just have never figured that one out. She had one of the biggest funerals I have ever seen. All loved her. In that little town of Jefferson, Texas there is a museum with her wedding dress and one of her poems on a plaque and a little about her. I left and went back home to live with one of my brothers and have never got the chance to see this place. I hope some day to go there and find which bed and breakfast it is. The lady that owned it was at her funeral. Diana’s husband knows all this but we cannot find him. If you are ever in this town ask about a bed and breakfast. And that is where Ken and Diana Lowe got married. Some in the town at gift shops gave them wedding presents.  This was the hardest thing I think besides loosing my dear sister that I have had to do. I did this for me and wanted to share the love we had for each other with everyone. I have cassette tapes she left me and just listened to them a couple of years ago. She knew I would grief, and did a lot of things on the tape to make me laugh. I know she is here with me everyday because she told me she was going to look after me. She used to tell me I was her guardian angel, even the doctors would tell us that. But now she is mine.  I love you my sweet sister. And, until we meet again I know you are always here with me. Thank you Penny for this graphic I Would like to thank James (Cozmo) for helping me put some  of this together  and my dear friends from Web Dreamers for the graphics they made for me. I finally feel at peace for doing this. Now I can laugh when I think of my Diana. I have put together some pictures on the next page. Background done by Dream Catcher   <Go to Diana's photo album>

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