laughing.
That's how I will always remember my Aunt Sharon.
always laughing.
She giggled the same way at the same time during the same stories time after time...
sometimes so hard she couldn't even finish the story in a way that made sense to those listening.
The corners of her eyes would scrunch up and her tiny little eye lashes would disappear into the slits of her eye lids.
Her little tongue would arch up as her chortle filled the room.
Her giggle could lighten the mood in an instant like a ray of sunshine in a dark room.
one moment.
and everything changed forever.
In a moment she leaves behind her son who, critically injured in the car accident, is now fighting for his very life.
In a moment she enters eternity . . . joining her parents and three siblings in the ranks of cheerleaders.
Now she's watching us--her siblings and nieces and nephews, her friends, and her husband--run the rest of our races.
You've shown us how to run the race well, Sharon.
Our hearts already ache for you.
<3
O Marcina! So beautifully written! My heart aches for you and your family. Death is so cruel. And yet, beyond the dark clouds there is the Son whose Light penetrates the darkness. May you feel His arms of love and comfort around you today and always.
ReplyDeleteHer giggling laugh was indeed distinctive and through it she was able to put others at ease in an instant. A number of years ago, I was in a Spanish class she was teaching. I remember part of one song she taught that stuck: "Mi barco es pequeno, y grande es el mar, Jesus a seguro mi mano, El es mi Piloto..." That's all I remember. Good memories are great, but it's so sad she needed to leave so young. Prayers for you, her husband Wes, and son, and family.
ReplyDeleteMy condolences to you and your family Marcina!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear ones <3
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