Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Nearly six years gone, I miss Mary Anna more often than I can relate. I got to know her later in life, as we did not spend much time with my Dad's side of the family as kids. She and I always hated that that was true, but we made good of it later in life and enjoyed corresponding together for months on end in the two years before she was diagnosed with cancer. I spoke to her every day from the moment I found out until she could no longer speak and was in hospice. I knew I had nothing more to say, but yet know that there was a lifetime upon which to catch up. She was every bit the angel everyone says she was - a very dear soul. Her brother my father passed just 10 months later, and my mother just four months after that. A very hard 15 months. But I can always see my Dad and Mary Anna smiling, joyful and free in God's hands.