You know what I love about this lady?  Yes, she wakes up morning faster than a bold roast. Yes, she finds another 4 feet of floor space and 2 more blankets for any overnighter. Yes, she sets her own feelings on the shelf and tends to flying around ones. Yes, she says yes. Always yes. Light, life, love. Jesus lives in her. 

My husband also lives in her. The same plan-the-next-meal-before-this-one-is-finished, same make-a-friend-in-10-seconds, same be-2-flights-early-to-the-airport, same honor-their-parents, same walk, same talk, same gestures. Bill lives inside his sister. Which is why I love her even more. 

This one stood hourly, tirelessly beside his bed, insisting I get oxygen. She fed him, lifted him, turned him, helped him to Heaven. I’m pretty sure she is an angel. 

And through that time, God gave Karen and me connection that has only tightened. We share struggles and tears that are ours. I spring a tear, she recalls an antic, we remember a moment.  She understands. Sweet sweet connection. 

“Do you remember the way Bill passed into Heaven with such joy? He was joyful.”

“I remember.” I remember how much he loved you, Karen. You were his front to finish family.

Everyone on this walk means so much to me. But Bill lives in Karen.