Two and a half years ago my younger sister called me and told me she and been diagnosed with breast cancer. I cried, I cried, I cried, she softly said "Jonna I am sorry." I said "why are you telling me you are sorry?" She responded, "because it made you sad". She then went on to tell me that she was not afraid to go home to Jesus.
I have walked closely by my sisters side. We have shared so much. We have shared a bedroom, clothes, late night giggles, heartbreak, we were each other's maid and matron of honor, babies, tears, successes and now terminal cancer.
At the beginning of this journey with my sister, I decided not to be the one to tell her it was going to be ok. I decided I was going to listen. I heard my sister tell me her fears, her knowledge of her disease, how it was affecting her. She told me scary things. I listened. I let her tell me what she needed to say. I cried with her. I prayed prayed prayed!
I have flown to be by her side as they cut off her beautiful long hair. I was there when they shaved her head. How breathtakingly beautiful my sister is. I cared for her while she was in the hospital. I listened to her as she talked about her funeral plans, the role she would like me to take after she is gone. I am so thankful for this time and especially this direction. I feel Kara and I have left no words unsaid.
So how do I say goodbye to my sister? Kara and I share so much but the most important thing that we share is faith. We have both accepted The Lord as our savior. We are both granted salvation. So I will not say goodbye to my sweet baby sister... I will say.. I will see you again my love.. And that is a promise!