This is the hardest post I’ve ever written. But I believe it will help me to put my thoughts down in writing.
My sister Kathy died this weekend. She was on a school trip to Nicaragua.
Kathy was 22, she’d been diagnosed with lupus several years ago. She was determined not to let the disease control her life. She had it pretty well in hand too, which is why her doctor agreed it would be ok for her to go on this trip. Nothing was supposed to go wrong.
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ – Eleanor Roosevelt
Kathy was a strong, independent person. A few years ago when she had too much fluid on her brain, I watched with pride and some amazement at how well she handled having brain surgery. She donated her hair before they had to shave her head so that she could help others.
Kathy was fiercely loyal, proud, and a good friend. She was a military wife, she was fluent in Spanish, she could swear like a sailor in two languages (I’m making an assumption based on how good she was at it in english)
She was in Nicaragua working on a sustainable development and economics program, we’ve been told that whenever they traveled she made a point of sitting on the bus with the locals, talking to them and learning from them.
The point is that she didn’t let anything slow her down or hold her back. I know that she wants all of us to continue on. It’s just hard to see how to do that right now.
Thoughts and prayers for her, and those of us she touched, gratefully accepted.
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail — Ralph Waldo Emerson