This is a solemn day because on this day in 1979 my sister, Wendy died at the tender age of 21. It was a beautiful fall equinox much like today, but it will never feel the same to any of us again. While we know she is in a good place and that she will always be beautiful, never aging, graying or sagging, we miss her terribly.
I would love to get a digital copy of a photo to post here. I will add it if I am able.
Where can I turn for peace?
Where is my solace
When other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart,
Searching my soul.
Where, when my aching grows,
Where, when I languish,
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only one.
He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.
Constant He is and kind,
Love without end.
-Hymns # 129
Emma Lou Thayne
I wish I could say something useful here. I hope that wasn't too hard of a day for you... Did you go see her grave?
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