I visited with my sister yesterday, and she wasn't doing as well as she was on Sunday. She had a low-grade fever, chest pains, high blood-pressure, and was certain she would die during the night.
Although she didn't feel good, she wanted to paint a picture for me and started the watercolor before I left. I talked her into waiting to finish it, so she could go to sleep.
She amazes me. She feels crappy, yet she wants to do something nice for me. I need to be more like her. I need to go out of my way more often to do nice things for those around me.
She has been good for me. As I brushed and braided her hair yesterday, I was thankful for this chance to spend time with her and see the wonder and love that dwells in every fiber of her being.
I am thankful she is my sister.
Story Time – Part Two
7 years ago
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Give Danielle a hug from me. I do remember her as a little girl, and her big brown eyes and ready smile. Makes me smile thinking about her. :)
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