September 12, 1982
The day you disappeared. Out of my life, but never my mind.
There was a hole that never got filled.
You and I were supposed to be sitting together talking about our grandkids.
You never even got to see yours.
When you lose a loved one you get a lot of “nevers” to deal with.
I hate that
I want to focus on the “always” statements instead
I’ll always be glad we were sisters
I’ll always remember the little stories
I’ll always love you
One day we’re going to be reunited, Peggy
And we’ll sit and talk incessantly, like we used to.
And we’ll laugh. A whole lot.
And we’ll never have to say goodbye.
I love you more than any words can say
And that won’t change
I promise.
I love thinking of the fun times we had…Here’s one I remember…
The Circus
Our neighbors started coming with tickets in their hands.
There wasn’t any music; there was no marching band.
Our circus was a little one consisting of just three:
my brother, George who was the clown, my sister Peg, and me
Our audience was rather small —I think there were just eight.
but we were so excited that we could hardly wait.
I was the trapeze artist without the greatest ease,
and up on top our swingset bar, I hung there by my knees!
Our audience was new to this as far as we could tell,
so we would tell them when to clap and tell them when to yell.
And when our show was over, those thirty minutes flew.
We had a special mission that we all had to do.
We took the money we had earned—a dollar eighty-nine
and went into the bakery, and proudly stood in line.
For there beside the register we saw it all the time,
a small container with the words:
Please Give to March of Dimes
With other people watching us, we dropped our money in.
It was the biggest thing we did, we couldn’t help but grin.
Of all the games we ever played and all the toys around,
We never had such fun as when the circus came to town.
Hey Peg, it was me who took your Easter peeps out of your basket.
I just thought you should know.
P.S. Peggy, I wrote a book about being broken
I wrote about you and I wrote about me.
I just want to help anyone out there who might also be broken.
One day we’ll be completely whole, Peggy. One day.
I Love you Peggy, and I’ll never stop.
Who are you remembering today?
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Anne, thank you for helping me to cope with the passing of my twin sister which was unexpected. She died 1 1/2.years ago. My only way of dealing with it is I know that I will see her in heaven
Carol Ann,
I’m very sorry for your loss. You’re right, the only comfort we do have is when we know we’ll see them in heaven. Get togethers become bittersweet because we miss seeing them with the others.I have spent more of my life without my sister than I have with her. Thanks for reading and for your comment.
That was so beautiful that it brought me to tears. I can’t even begin to know how difficult it must have been for you. Thank you for sharing your love about your sister.
Carol Ann,
I’m glad you enjoyed my piece about my sister.
You are very welcome.
Beautiful tribute to a soul who sounds just as beautiful inside as out. Your words are comfort for many, your voice will be heard because hers cannot. Your memories will forever be your joy. I pray for you and your entire family. Blessed be.
Thanks so much for your comment. She was a beautiful person. I appreciate your encouraging words. And I hope my words do comfort others. It’s what I’m trying to do. The memories we have are all too few, but we can replay them as much as we’d like, and believe me, we do. There used to be five siblings and now it is just me and one brother, but we often talk about the others. And of course, talk about Peggy. Thanks for not only reading my post but taking the time to leave your words.
What a beautiful sentiment. I look forward to one day meeting your Helen too.
Friends forever. By telling her story Peggy will never be forgotten by anyone. She is my friend because you are my friend. We’ll have a great big reunion one day in heaven. Imagine the stories we’ll tell. I cannot wait to see Helen either.
Beautiful Anne.
La,
Thanks. The day went pretty well yesterday and then later there were a couple of large waves. We just need to give ourselves permission to be where we are.
Christa,
Thanks. It feels right to share her. The other day I connected through Facebook with one of my earliest friends ever. Erin and I were friends when we were seven years old. It was refreshing to reminisce old times. So much had happened in our lives since we were separated so many years ago. Truly we only knew each other for about 5 years, but when you’re little it was our lifetime.