Sleep on, sleep on, my beautiful sister. Sleep and take your much desired rest. Your strife is over and you won the battle. You are immortal and fully restored in health and faith. You will for ever be remembered. The Lord always picks the best, and so you had to go and be with him. Be my guardian angel, my darling, and look down on me with your warmth and love. I miss you so much.
I'd like to share this old poem that I wrote, with you again sis....
With a conniving spirit
It shows its ugly soul,
Preying on innocent souls
Oblivious to its vile.
This thing called cancer
Its true form unknown,
Starks incognito, until its roar is heard.
Be not proud, for your sting is deep,
Be not proud, for your cut is deep,
Be not proud, for your victory is false.
You shall be conquered,
You shall be defeated!!!
Rest in peace my dear sweet sister. I love you!