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There is little to be said about my beautiful sister that would provide any comfort to the grief I live with daily.
I miss our calls, especially those that went unanswered, I miss her love for our daughter Nicole. I miss her laugh, her tears, her love for our brother and her own children and grandchildren.
I miss our discussions about Mom and Dad as she was the last to remember.
I miss the chance to have been at her side during her last day but am thankful I spent the week before with her.
There is so much to miss and these days all I can do is listen to the voicemails saved, the pictures demonstrating her love for my family, and how often the words she said were re-assuring when she, herself, was so very doubtful about so many things. That was Lucille, always ready to give and never wanting anything in return.
It may seem trite but every time I turn on my computer to log in up comes a picture of Lucille, Anthony (our Brother) and me. It never fails to choke me up, often with a tear, and always with a message for my beautiful sister. My love for you has never waned and never shall. Until we may meet again my Lucille, my love knows no bounds
I had the pleasure of working with Lucille. She was a beautiful person. She always made me laugh. She made work fun.
I will miss her terribly. Heaven has a new angel and her name is Lucille. I will cherish all my memories of you. XOXOXO