... can be very relaxing.
I mean, I have things to do, but it's Sunday, the day of rest.
So I must rest.
Well, and maybe blog a little.
There's really not a whole lot to say.
Well, Tuesday (April 12) marks the 22nd anniversary of my sweet twin's death.
This is a picture
taken of her
before she died.
She was just 37 years old.
She was diagnosed
with breast cancer
when she was 32 years old.
It was stage 4 cancer.
Yesterday in the tea room there were three ladies that came in wearing Susan G. Komen Race-for-the-Cure t-shirts. (Yesterday there was a race in Fort Worth, I believe.)
Two of the women's shirts had "I am a survivor" on them.
It's weird. I used to think I should race - or at least walk- in those things... for Peggy.
I just have no desire, frankly.
I used to think I should have a desire.
Now, I've given myself the grace to know that it's okay if I don't want to be with a bunch of survivors, and supporters.
It is okay.
I'll let a lot of you other folks (go Carol! and Rita!) walk and race. Yes. Thanks for doing it for Peggy Jean!! (I'm Nancy Jane. You see, we DO have the twinsy names .. but thanks, Mother and Daddy, for not making us Faye and May, or some such awfulness.)
I think about Peggy every single day. Every single day.
Oh, I don't get sad every single day.
But I still miss her.... after 22 years.
Oh, I could tell you how we prayed for healing.... and how well-meaning holy-joes told her she had cancer because she didn't have enough faith, etc.
I could go into all that ....
But I won't spend this restful Sunday afternoon getting worked up.
I know that God took her when He was ready.
And God has been faithful.... and loving.... and ever-present through it all.
And I'm so glad I was Peggy's twin.
Why, everybody ought to have a twin (like Peggy)!!!
I cannot imagine growing up not as a Peggy's twin, but by myself!!!
I just cannot.
Well, I better just hit 'publish post' ... and drink a Dr. Pepper.
I'm feeling good, now!! (I was teary writing the first part of this, now I'm smiling.)
Thanks for reading.
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