This is my sweet sister Mary. She would be 62 years old this Friday. We did a lot together. She was my buddy. At Christmas, we always got the same dolls, different colored hair though, so we could tell them apart. She had type 1 diabetes and had to get a shot every day. I don't ever remember her complaining. I do remember how good she was. I was always getting in trouble, and wondered back then, how come she never got in trouble?
She was baptized when she turned 8 years old and in the spring she got sick, and was hospitalized.
My siblings and I were taken around to the neighbors and relatives so Dad and Mom could be with her in the hospital. I was at Uncle Sherm and Aunt Ruth's home. I spent the night and went to school the next day. I was out playing on the playground, when a girl came up to me and told me Mary had died. I got in an argument with her, because that wasn't right. Someone took me to the office, and there were my siblings and our neighbors there to pick us up and take us home. Mary had died.
I'm thankful Heavenly Father has a plan for us, and that death is not the end. I look forward to seeing Mary again. I love you dear sister!