Thursday, December 20, 2018
Cynthia was the epiphany of what a "Big Sis" is to younger siblings looking up to her. She always made herself available for her family and friends to reach out to for whatever was needed.
In our younger days I spent a lot of time with her and their family, where we spent many a day laughing and acting silly. A real treat was being able to taste the many different tasty dishes she introduced her family to. I admired that about her because she wasn't afraid to try anything. However, there was one simple meal I'd request of her now and then that left us feeling as though we'd eaten like kings and queens; we called it "A poor man's supper," consisting of pinto beans, fried potatoes and cornbread. I reminded her of that while she was in the hospital, which left us with a good chuckle.
Just as many siblings do, she and I had our times of disagreement, but at the end of the day, that was wasted time that should have been spent showing love instead of hostility. Like loving sisters should do, she and I made peace with one another and left behind any prior hurt feelings. I write this to encourage others to do the same.
If given the chance, I would have traded places with Cynthia in a heartbeat so she'd never have to endure the pain she experienced. Unfortunately that wasn't in God's plans.
R.I.P. Big Sis
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