Remembering A Sister

Photo: A Sister

 My sister Judi (Judith) would be 73 years old now. 

She died when she was 65 years old,

 8 years ago around June 22, 2015.

 

She was the older sister and we were not close.

Her estranged husband called my younger sister 

a month after the death to inform her

and that sister called me. 

It was 2015.

That is all I ever heard about her death.

She and I were never close and I was also was estranged from her.

I do not know if she was cremated or buried.

For a few years, I even wondered if it was a "joke" as she really could be alive somewhere laughing as she pulled a  great one over on me.

(yes, she was that mean)

That was until last summer.

I stopped letting ugliness yank me around

and called the department of health in the city where she lived.

The sweetest girl helped me, and I ordered Judi's death certificate.

I am honored to have all the information I wanted now.

Judi died alone, and her body found days later.

I know what she died of and 

how the coroner handled the events.

That's all I wanted to know.

The anniversary of her death is next week.

I will remember her in prayer and love as I have for the past 8 years,

but this year I will be able to remember her on the days of the anniversary.

May she rest in peace.

Love you beyond the moon.

Me