Sorrow or sorrows.
My sister passed away this afternoon. It was unexpected, but at 78 years, 11 months ....
She and I spent over a half hour on the phone yesterday, had a wonderful talk. She was very up and positive. She'd been to her step-granddaughter's bridal shower, and was happy about that. I'd sent a few little things for her, nothing special,but she was happy with them. She was looking forward to next year hoping she and her twin brother would be going to their 62nd high school class reunion and when she would celebrate her 50th year in her sorority, Beta Sigma Phi. There was much happiness in her last hours.
She didn't answer her phone today. My nephew didn't worry at first. She puts the phone down, and since her hearing wasn't the best, might not hear it from another room. But he decided to go and make sure she was OK. She was in her chair as if she just drifted off to sleep.
But this wasn't supposed to happen, not for at least another ten years. Jes' sayin'.
Bye Sis. I love you more than I can say.