My sister has said good-bye to a third child. Cheryl Kellene Paine Vella.
Those who have been visiting over the years will remember
my post 16 months ago about my nephew Jon.
His sister--generous, loving, opinionated, happy, friendly, gregarious, fiercely competitive player of family card games, always-thinking-of-others--has joined him in that mysterious-to-us "next place." Their older brother passed away 1985 (or there bouts), shortly before Kelly was married.
Theirs is one strong, never-loose-faith family.
i cling to their apron strings, hoping with all my might that it's all true.
Here are Kelly and Jon, about 36 years ago. This photo is just so Kelly. As someone said at her funeral services, if there was a baby nearby, it was soon in her arms.
We have always been a close family, but Kelly and i had become even closer this past year. And for the past couple of weeks...after she went into the hospital...i've been holding my breath. Unable to concentrate on much beyond the absolute "must do" deadlines, the Facebook game she lured me into, and watching the chimney swifts in the sky above the garden.
Their mother, my sister, has the strongest spirit, deepest abiding faith of anyone i know. She would say something like, "this overwhelming sadness is only our near-sightedness. I know I will see and be with them again."
For me and my adopted sister (Kelly's other "favorite aunt") on this side of the continent, the garden was our refuge on the day we received the awe-full news. It was a glorious, cool, spring morning. A brilliant sky. A soft breeze. And dozens of song birds eating, bathing, flying through.
And yet...and yet...this world grows just that much lonelier.
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it...
Lucy, when you get around to this...i'm so sorry that you know too well how this all feels.