Anne

My sister, Anne, passed from peritoneal ovarian cancer on June 3, 2016. She was eighteen months younger than me, and a twin. She was beautiful inside and out; an artist with a unique perspective with a one of a kind imagination. Anne was a dancer, what we used to call a modern dancer, now called contemporary dance. A first grade teacher for half of her 33 plus years of teaching; Anne returned to her passion the last half of her career as an Art teacher in a precious and loving Elementary school. Teachers, students, parents, principals alike admired and loved her. For many years she directed an afterschool program there; her day was from 6 am until 6 pm, or until the last student was picked up.

Anne worked night and day to help put her son and daughter through college. Both children are highly accomplished in their individual careers.

Their son went into building and construction following his Dad’s career and joining him in his business. Anne’s daughter followed her into Education on the high school level. Both are devastated by the loss of their fifty-eight year old mother.

Anne’s husband of 36 years is and will be for some time in deep mourning. I worry about him; Anne told me to pull him back into the world, as he would isolate himself; she knew him well. I feel I’ve let Anne and her husband down; I have not been on the scene; yet we all have retreated into our own corners to come to grips with our loss in our own individual ways. Time heals, they say; I know this to be true after the passing of my father. But, his loss is still very real and will always be with me.

Within five years I have lost Daddy, Mother, and sister Anne to different forms of cancer-an evil I have seen up close and personal. After Daddy, my one hundred one year old Grandmother, Mama, passed quietly; thank You, Dear Lord. Four loved ones that accompanied me through sixty years of living passed from this world. The only thing that truly comforts me, is that I know, that God, You are with me, with us all. Daddy, Mama, Mother, and Anne are with You in a more complete way now, Dear Lord. I know, then, Daddy, Mama, Mother, and Anne are with me, too.

I feel their presence with me and for some reason, Anne especially. Biologically, siblings are more alike than either parent. We were created in love combined. That same love links us forever. Anne I always called ‘My Heart’; she was and forever will be.

We fought like cats and dogs as children; but as we grew, I became the big sister that tried her best to right any wrong that came Anne’s way. I felt I could fix things for her. I couldn’t fix the cancer. I was helpless against that evil that broke ‘My Heart’.

Dear Lord, thank You for sending Anne the strength to endure the deep physical pain I can only imagine. Thank You, Dear Lord, for Anne’s witness as she mentored me in the last months of her life. You have with You, Dear Lord, my sister who as You know was humble, loving, forgiving, and a blessing to me in ways only she and I will ever know. I do not look forward to leaving this beautiful world created by You, O Master Designer; however, I do long for the Glorious reunion with ‘My Heart’.  Amen

 

Sisters was a song my sisters and I sang when I was seven and they were five. Irving Berlin wrote this two years before I was born, and four years before the twins were born. I can’t help but thinking he had us in mind. Every place the song says two … think the three of us!

We sang together in harmony as only siblings can. Anne had the high descant voice, me the melody, and Fran the alto parts. We sang together in churches, radio, television, and mostly around the piano with Mother directing. Anne, the shyest of us all, was not enthralled with performing AT ALL! Humble as always, she never knew that her voice was the sweetest, clearest, and most honest of the sisters. Over the years we married and had families of our own, our voices stopped combining. I look forward, Dear Lord, to sing again with Anne, and to watch in awe as she dances for You.

 

 

Sisters

A song by Irving Berlin in 1954 from the movie White Christmas

Sisters, sisters
There were never such devoted sisters
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir
I’m here to keep my eye on her
Caring, sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress and I stayed home
All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain or sun
Two different faces, but in tight places
We think and we act as one
Uh-huh!
Those who’ve seen us
Know that not a thing can come between us
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister that comes between me and my man
All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain or sun
Two different faces, but in tight places
We think and we act as one
Uh-huh!
Those who’ve seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister who comes between me and my man
Sisters!
Sisters!
Sisters!
Don’t you come
Between me and my man!

 

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