Interruptions In The Natural Order

We just returned from laying my sister Sharon to rest in McAdams, Mississippi. Hers was a good life, well lived. But  it ended too soon.

I can only feel that Sharon's death interrupted the natural order of things. I remember when she was born during a snow storm in Oklahoma City. Her life was interesting, but anything but stormy. Still, in the natural order of things, she should have eventually joined our other two siblings at my funeral. I'm the eldest, so that would be the fair and orderly way.

A little over a week before her passing, our other sister visited her in the hospital and mentioned how much Sharon looks like our grandmother, especially her blue eyes. Sharon replied with a weak smile, "no, I don't look like Grandma. I look like death peeking out from behind a headstone."

She might have been weak and frail, but still able to share a bit of humor.


We will miss her.