Remembering

I can't let this day go by without remembering my sister, Pam. She passed away 9 years ago today at the age of 42. It is hard to believe it has been that long, but then again, I can still remember the phone call from my father that Saturday-where I was, what I was doing, who was there...... She had been sick for almost a year, but we were hopeful. But the Lord needed her more than we did and we were happy that she was finally free of pain. That Christmas was the hardest ever but also the best since we were all together as a family. We spent the holidays reminiscing, laughing, and crying but happy, too. We knew that she was in a better place and that we would be able to see her again. We talk about her often in our home. There is a picture of my sisters and I on a shelf, so my kids can see her. The kids know her in some small way or another. T and M remember a few things from when she was alive, J only knows that she never got to meet her Aunt Pam because she was only 6 months old, and we tell K that she was lucky because she got to meet her in the spirit world before she was born. (J thinks she got the raw end of the deal) Anyway, life goes on and we remember the fun times--like going with her and her roommate and her sisters down the Alpine Slide--and the not so fun times--like when she was working after college and I went to visit her. I had to sleep in her waterbed with her and she kept hitting me and telling me to stop moving cuz I was creating waves in the bed. I remember staying up all night too afraid to sleep for fear that I would move. Of course after that, I slept on the couch. But we are sisters and always will be. I am happy to know that my Savior loves me enough to help us find our way back to each other when the time is right. Even though time heals all wounds, I still shed a tear every December 11 for my big sister. This year was no different.