My Brother Dan died eight weeks ago, and now my sister Nancy has passed. I am a bit off balance, to say the least. I not only believe, but know, that they are both in a better place, and are much happier now than before their death. But I am left with two more big holes in my life, where loving family had once been. I can visit them on the astral, but I can’t call, text, email or visit them in the physical world any more. They are not around to reminisce about our childhood days. Like when there was a bully who lived down the street and he kept picking on me when I got off the school bus to go home and my older sister Nancy decided to meet me at the bus stop one day and beat him up for me. Or, how I never cared much what I wore for clothes as a kid in grammar school. But when I started in junior high school, my sister Nancy sat me down and said: “Look, if you want to be really popular, you and I are going to start buying your clothes together. That year I won the prize for the best dressed kid in the class and the next year I was elected class president. After that I went back to wearing ripped jeans and army surplus cloths.
When Nancy moved to Maine and my boy scout troop was caught in a blizzard while camping out in New Hampshire, I called her up, and we all drove to her house instead of going home and stayed in her living room while the blizzard snowed us in. When Nancy moved to California, I and a friend, both of us still in high school, hitch hiked to from Boston to California to visit her and her husband. Nancy worked for me at Magical Blend Magazine for a while in the 80’s when she split with her husband and moved to San Francisco. She became deeply involved in the New Age and spiritual teachings and we would discuss them late into the night. The stories go on and on.
But as the years went by Nancy got sick and could not work anymore. A few months ago things got worst. She had a rare cancer in her intestine, liver, and kidneys and the doctors told her she had two weeks to live. My saintly and dedicated younger sister Elizabeth took a leave of absence from her work to care for her. Nancy would not let any other extended family members come to help. She would only allow Elizabeth and the hospice workers to be near her in the end. We communicated mostly by email and text. At this point talking was hard for her. Six difficult weeks later, Nancy died in her sleep. I will always be grateful for all the memories I have of Nancy and for now I am working to not to let my sadness or depression ruin my day to day existence. Bless you Nancy and enjoy your new existance.