Sherry
I wrote this for her service. I kept it very private but it is time to share now.
To My Dearest Sister, Angela,
No one knows the bonds we share as a sister. They are special - such that we communicated without speaking. We shared our room when we were little and shared our lives as we grew.
I always looked up to you. You were beautiful, had so many friends and did ballet so gracefully. I listened to your records while you were out and practiced dancing like you in the mirror. I wanted to be just like my big sister.
You put me on the back of your bicycle and taught me how to play Monopoly. We played croquet and kick the can until the street lights came on. Alternating weekends with church and Grandmas were our usual routine throughout our childhood and into womanhood. We did this with great joy and love.
So many nights we fell asleep drawing and guessing alphabet letters on each other's backs. When it was cold we snuggled up "back to back", feeling our hearts beat as one as we drifted into sweet dreams.
As we grew through womanhood I shared my children with you. You were the most wonderful Aunt even when you snuck M & M's to Landon and Christen when they were barely teething! We continued to share our deepest sisterly secrets, tears of broken hearts and roaring laughter of just plain silliness. We were sisters forever.
As the years grew on our lives became full and we all scattered across the miles and always ended up close again. Our love remained strong. You were handed immeasurable challenges that no human should have to bare. You fought the fight for many years and I longed to heal you and take your pain. God decided it was his turn to help and plucked you from this earth without notice. I had so many adventures yet to share, grand-babies to tickle and kiss, movies to see and so much life yet to live with you. I still can't believe you are gone.
My sweet sister, I still will look up to you and share my life with you, I will love you more than you would ever know.... or perhaps you do. Watch over us, protect my children as they grow into their adulthood and grow their families. Kiss our babies and grandchildren with your sweet and giving spirit and wrap your wings around them when they cry. You are our angel now.
I will remember you in each beautiful flower is see. I will feel you in a gentle breeze. I know you will greet me again and we will share eternity together.
Sisters forever,
Sherry