Picture of a White ‘Flag’ transplanted for our family farm Surgarbrush - compliments of Clement Charles LLC
I had the best friend possible for sixty-eight years. Yea, she tortured me in my play pen, she was six and a half years older. But I got her back when I got bigger when I was around twelve. Tickled her near to death over and over. (I think she liked it.).
I wasn’t in the best position to deal with such grief. Grief of this excessive nature stresses out the neurological disorder I am blessed with.
I had no idea it would be so intense to lose your best confidant for all your life.
It will be a month in a few days and it only seems to get worse.
I feel like my heart is being ripped shred by shred out of my body.
My only consolation is her faith in our Master, even though she felt abandoned toward the end just like His Son. I spent five days a week for years convincing her this was not so and if she felt that way, she was in the best of company.
“My God my God! Why have you forsaken me?”
Were amongst the last words before He said before…
“It is finished. Into your hands I commend my spirit.”
And so on April 11, at the most beautiful Mass, the most incredible funeral I ever witnessed, coordinated by her niece and two nephews, we asked Him to do the same.
Although I am absolutely sure He took her hands down on March 19, 2024 at the age of seventy-five. A good fifteen years longer than we thought possible. Yes, she was that ill.
But not a soul besides me and her best friend Ev, knew it.
It is they way she wanted it.
Just like Him.
In the face of such of a feeling of abandonment - she NEVER lost her faith.
Nor will I, if only to honor the best friend and only sibling one could ever have.
Ever.
So sorry for your grief.
Was the white flag iris a uniquely special flower to your sister?