As stated in my last post, my sister, Diane Cutshaw, left us to go be with the Lord. No one expected it. She slipped into a diabetic coma that she never returned from. I always loved her, but I never realized just how much she meant to me. I still see her standing in my front yard, waiting to pick me up so we can go visit our other sister, Lynn. I see the way she giggles always holding her finger under her nose. I remember our last get together we laughed so hard about almost everything. She was such a tiny, petite thing. I always envied her that, for I am–Not.
We had such plans. We were going to retire soon, travel, do crafting together, and spend lots of time laughing. Then she was gone. Bam! No warning. I got to say my goodbyes, but she wasn’t there to say hers. Every day I reach for my phone to call her or text her to tell her all the crazy things that just happened. We both had large families that keep us spinning. I still get choked up when I recall she is not there to call anymore to tell my stories. She left a huge void in my life.
I’ve lost my Mom, Dad, oldest son, Adam, oldest sister, Kathy, and now Diane. I have a brother I see every 20 years or so, and I have one truly great sister left, Lynn Brouillette. She has been my buddy our whole lives. However, I have begun to fear being with her. I give my heart wholly and completely. She is my only connection to my past. I love her beyond the moon and back. What will I do when Lynn leaves? I try not to think of it. She is here now. Please send prayers that Lynn stays strong and lives a long, long healthy life. I still cry when I think of Diane, but I know she is with the Lord Jesus, probably telling him better ways to manage heaven. God, I love her. I love Lynn, Rick, and my children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. Thank you, Lord.