This blog is dedicated to my sister Angel Joy Gaymon, who I lost in September 1999, to Muscular Dystrophy. I love you, and your strength continues to inspire me.
We were meant to be. Never a day passes where which my Angel does not cross my mind. Beautiful. Resilient. No self-pity. I over-loved you while you were here. I thought it would keep us together longer. Does anyone know how it is to truly love a sibling? And the never healing pain of accepting their end? I hear of siblings not speaking. Or hating each other. But how I would give anything just to hold my sissy one more time. To tell her that all is well. To ask her if she is proud of me.I will never love another human being as I did my eldest sister. We went through foster care together. We shared the joy of finding families to adopt us. Losing her at the age of eleven, a day before her fourteenth birthday, is the worst pain that I could ever experience. So, anything else that comes I can take. She took all the pain of being paralyzed. Having trouble breathing. Watching other children play while she will never know how it felt to be free. Or maybe that is how I saw it. My baby never let her condition make her a victim. Defied the odds by living ten years longer than what doctors projected. My undying love belongs to my Angel.