Absence

I cannot believe that today is the third anniversary of losing my sister Janet. How valiantly and graciously she fought breast cancer – never has there been a warrior this beautiful and determined. How I miss her energy, wit and teasing eyes playfully scrutinizing my face for wrinkles. She would be three days from her 45^th Birthday and no doubt wisely investing in the best skin care creams in the world, insuring her glamorous looks. She would be laughing with her friends and planning where they should be drinking wine in celebration. She would also be following several 'fabulous' items of clothing on eBay. On a sadder side she would be worrying about her nephew Adam and worrying about how help my sister take care of his autistic challenges. She would be worrying about my Mum and her failing health. She would be worrying about all of the animal cruelty of the world and the numerous charities she supported. She was an Angel and touched everyone who knew her.

She died Midsummer’s Eve 2008, the day the summer solstice opened its arms and took her home to dance with the fairies.