A tribute to my sister, Glenda who left us in 2010
|Glenda all snazzy, hair grown back to shoulder length|
On 30 July 2010, my dearest sister, departed from us, expected at some point, yet unexpected when the day finally hit us. The more the cancer anchored itself, the more Glenda's mental and spiritual spirit ballooned. I dunno how she did it and even the medical staff were in awe of her power.
|Glenda posing with the dummy gift Mother Christmas (Aka me) gave her|
|Glenda in white shirt on New Year's eve|
But Glenda held us together, I realise now more than ever. She knew all our phone numbers by heart and she remembered all the birthdays. She was always the first to arrive at your home when someone celebrated a birthday and she bought the most expensive gifts. Many an item I have was either bought by her 'because she could just see me in 'that shirt, pants or top' to look 'presentable.'
Over the 4 years, Glenda went through all the cycles of anger, bitterness and hysteria but she never gave up the fight. She was the epitome of courage and she taught me how to cope with difficulties, pain and trauma. I still carry a poem she had faxed to me in 2008 one day when I was hitting a wobble. I faithfully replant the original copy of this poem into my diary - a practice I have done since the day I received it. I need it there - it is my source of inspiration, of unwavering belief of one sis in another.
|Clowning time with Desiree and me.|
I know we will see each other again and I know there are at least three of them watching daily over us...
Thanks for being with us Sis, and thanks for all the memories and the Mini you - ol Nazarro...