It's hard to believe, but 64 years ago today my big sister, Sheryl Jeanne, was born. She died from Cystic Fibrosis when I was just 10 months old, shortly before her 8th birthday. She was everybody's angel ... just about as perfect as a child could be.
I'm sure that my memories are imagined, but she has always been kept alive to me through stories and photos.
She loved me and was my "little mother," playing, teasing, and even helping change my diapers.
I'm told that I became quite ill and stopped eating after her death. The doctors told my Mom that I was suffering from her loss.
I look forward to the day when we will meet again and will embrace in the love that only sisters can understand.
I'm sure that my memories are imagined, but she has always been kept alive to me through stories and photos.
She loved me and was my "little mother," playing, teasing, and even helping change my diapers.
I'm told that I became quite ill and stopped eating after her death. The doctors told my Mom that I was suffering from her loss.
I look forward to the day when we will meet again and will embrace in the love that only sisters can understand.
