I know that Karen is no longer suffering from the torture of her cancer, and all of the side effects of it. I know where she is, and that she was there waiting for our dad when he passed a few months after she did. I know I should have peace in my heart and mind for that simple reason, but I really don’t! I struggle with it constantly. Why was she taken from us? From her special needs son? It just doesn’t make any sense to me. Maybe, we aren’t supposed to question God or things that happen in our lives, but I do. And if that is wrong, I am sorry. Bottom line is this...I feel like she was stolen from my life and from our lives. I miss her so much!! I love my sister!!!
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Leave a tributeI know that Karen is no longer suffering from the torture of her cancer, and all of the side effects of it. I know where she is, and that she was there waiting for our dad when he passed a few months after she did. I know I should have peace in my heart and mind for that simple reason, but I really don’t! I struggle with it constantly. Why was she taken from us? From her special needs son? It just doesn’t make any sense to me. Maybe, we aren’t supposed to question God or things that happen in our lives, but I do. And if that is wrong, I am sorry. Bottom line is this...I feel like she was stolen from my life and from our lives. I miss her so much!! I love my sister!!!
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I know that Karen is no longer suffering from the torture of her cancer, and all of the side effects of it. I know where she is, and that she was there waiting for our dad when he passed a few months after she did. I know I should have peace in my heart and mind for that simple reason, but I really don’t! I struggle with it constantly. Why was she taken from us? From her special needs son? It just doesn’t make any sense to me. Maybe, we aren’t supposed to question God or things that happen in our lives, but I do. And if that is wrong, I am sorry. Bottom line is this...I feel like she was stolen from my life and from our lives. I miss her so much!! I love my sister!!!
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I can remember when I flew home from Scotland to attend our grandma Pickett's funeral. Karen picked me up in Jonesboro, and I hadn't seen her in about a year. I had picked up the Scottish accent and was speaking like them. She could not understand me, lol. She said, "you were born a hic, so you need to sound like one, and stop that weird talking." She made me laugh...it is the little things that make you smile, and remember the happy times with your loved ones that have left us...