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I lost my sister. She is not missing, she has gone to be with the Lord. We had adopted each other and had been together for over 35 years. I do miss her very much.

The first time that I met her was at a low point in my life. I had been planning suicide. I was depressed and had been depressed for months. I had quit combing my hair, and at this point couldn’t even get a pencil through the tangle to scratch my scalp.

I went out one more time to say goodbye to the stars. I saw a woman sitting on a big sawhorse, rocking back and forth, and saying (of all things) RIBBET. She was looking around and then suddenly saw me. A big grin burst out on her face and she said that she wasn’t crazy, just bored and talking to the frogs. We got to talking and my depression lifted. That started us on the path to being sisters. This was in 1973. In 1975, we got saved at the same time in Jackson Mississippi. She has been there for me through all sorts of good times and bad times. I miss her terribly. Her family also misses her.

She had been in the hospital for almost 2 weeks with cellulitis (a dangerous tissue infection in her leg). They had been giving her debriding treatments and she was only supposed to need one more. They were planning on releasing her next week. She got dizzy after using the restroom and passed out. They had to call a code blue on her. She was revived for a few minutes, but her heart kept slowing down. She died December 30th in the afternoon. In my heart, I believe that the lack of proper medical care available in the state of Arkansas is what led to her dying. She had the cellulitis for weeks before they even considered putting her in the hospital.

Her family needs a lot of prayer for their emotions, and their finances. This has hit them all very hard.

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