I've
always heard the saying....."When it rains, it pours." How true those
words seem. Stunned by what happened in New York, Washington, and
Pennsylvania numbed me. And yet.....it rained more....I sat by someone
I love very much and watched as cancer invaded her body and eventually
took her life Sept. 26. What I saw horrified me. I can't get
it out of my head.
I lost my best
friend who was also my sister-in-law. Just a week ago she asked me
to be sure and having Amazing Grace played at her funeral in bagpipes.
So many internet friends sent me that music when I asked for it.
I played it for her over and over. Yet, when it started to play at
her funeral, I couldn't breathe. I literally ran out of the chapel.
I was horrified when I came to my senses of what I had done. And
yet, her family, who is a loving caring family understood. Her dad
is still alive. At 78 years old, he came to me that last night at
the hospital and looked at me and burst into tears. I've never seen
this man cry in my life all the years I've known him. It broke my
heart.
He looked at me and all he said was, "You know." I said, yes, I know.
He told me he never dreamed it could hurt like this. All I
could do was hug him. He told me he doesn't know how I've made it
all these years with a feeling as bad as this.
Words came
to me the morning after her death. I put them together. Her
last request was that a memorial garden be built in her back yard in memory
of her. I will help her father build it. I will do everything
I can to help this man, whom I love like a father myself, get through the
days and weeks and months ahead, for I know his journey. I gave Sharon's
dad the poem the morning of the funeral.
~MY FRIEND~
Sometimes in
a lifetime
Someone comes
along
When true
friendship is built
That lasts
a whole life long
The day we
met long ago
The many things
we shared
The
places we traveled to
Nothing can
compare
Our dreams
were fulfilled
Of the many
things we planned
Neither of
us hesitated to give
When the other
needed a hand
We reached
the autumn of our life
And still
had things to do
But God had
different plans
When He called
out to you
We talked about
everything
That there
was to say
But I couldn't
stop the angels
When they
called you home that day
You asked that
I do one thing
And make sure
the promise was fulfilled
You said "Plant
me a garden
On top of
the hill."
Your garden
will be planted
Your memories
will stay alive
Death cannot
separate love
When the heart
loves deep inside
In memory of
my beautiful sister-in-law,
Sharon Lyn
Bryant
Friends forever,
~©SHARON
JEAN BRYANT~
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