A long time ago, forty years to be exact, my dear sister left this earthly plane
due to a medical accident.
A few years later, for an English Composition class, I wrote a short essay about my loss. On this anniversary of her birthday, I am sharing it with you.
A Final Goodbye
I stood in the cemetery looking down at the headstone.
The marker stated a name and two dates. The first date is not within
my memory. The second date burns and pulls at the corners of my mind.
This date, May twenty-ninth, 1983, is a day that I cannot forget.
You see, this plot of ground is my sister's resting place, and today I
visited here , alone, for the first time. As I visited this grave site,
I came to feel sadness, to accept loss, and to appreciate the release of
emotions.
The cemetery was empty when I arrived.
There was a solitary car standing guard near the office building.
The wind was blowing slightly, as the storm sirens began to sound. My mind
transformed the sirens into a funeral dirge that would not stop. I longed
to sing that same sad tune if only to give voice to my sadness.
My sadness was the result of a great loss. When my sister died
I experienced the loss of three people. The first loss was obviously
the loss of a beloved sister. Yet she was far more than the word sister
can describe. In our younger years she had been my defender, and now I
felt undeniably defenseless. Most of all, I had lost a friend. While I
stood there, a sense of acceptance washed over me. Finally, I could accept
the loss and still keep the warm sweet memories of her impish smile and
loving manner.
Emotion had overwhelmed me, causing tears to run down my face.
Feelings of grief, sorrow and loss were jumbled up carelessly among the
feelings of love and devotion. Having been able to release these emotions,
I resolved to never put my feelings in chains again. Now I will cherish
the release of emotions.
Still standing by the headstone, I looked down, one last time,
before leaving. I saw the roses carved into the brass plate that stated
only a name and two dates. I knew that she would not wish for me to be
sad or lonely, but I knew also that she would embrace the release of
emotions. Goodbye my sweet sister.
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Yes, I still miss her wit, her smile, her joy in life, and her love.
Until Next Time,
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