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The following experience is included in The Ripple Effect,
pages 63-65. I come from a family of nine children, and one of my sisters died when she was six and I was three. I don't remember a lot about her, but I remember a story my mother told me about the night my sister Becky died.  She had leukemia and had been
in and out of the hospital since she was four. She had missed a lot of school,
but still Mom said the only books she wanted to read were Golden Bible books,
like you would get for small children. Mom says she couldn't understand
how Becky could read when she had missed so much school.My sister went blind towards the
end, and the night before she died she was back in the hospital. Mom stayed
with her through the night and into the next day. Dad went on to work because
the doctors said my sister was stable. But Becky was running a very high
fever and they packed her in ice trying to bring it down. Then the doctors
told Mom she had better call Dad because they didn't think she was going
to make it. While Mom was waiting for Dad to arrive, she was holding my
sister's hand, and Becky awoke and started talking. She told Mom it was
almost time for her to go home and that Jesus was waiting for her. Mom called
the doctors in and they said because of her fever she was delirious and
not to pay too much attention to anything she might say.Mom kept listening and my sister
said that Jesus was calling her again, and now he was there to take her
home. Mom kept telling her they would go home when she felt better, and
Becky very calmly said, "No, my real home." Mom broke down then
and my sister told her not to cry because Jesus would take care of her.
Then she told Mom to tell each of us kids and her baby brother good-bye.
She called each of us by name except for the youngest boy. Mom reminded
Becky that her baby brother had a name too, and my sister said, "No,
my other baby brother." Mom really thought Becky's fever had
gotten worse, because there was no other baby brother. A short time later
Becky told Mom she saw the stairs with angels there to lead her home and
that it was a very pretty and bright stairway and that it was time to go.Mom kept praying to God not to
take her, but when she looked on my sister's face, she knew she was at peace,
and Mom then asked God to just take Becky out of her pain. At that time
my sister looked right at Mom and said, "I love you, Mom. Would you
say Jesus' prayer with me?" So Mom said the Lord's prayer, and halfway
through, Becky told her it was time to go, that God was there to take her,
and would Mom finish the prayer for her. Mom finished and my sister looked
at Mom and said, "I love you and I'm tired." Then she closed her
eyes, holding Mom's hand, and went to sleep. Mom said my sister's hand relaxed
and she had a glow about here when she died. Dad made it to the hospital
right after.Mom was so depressed she went
to the doctor for treatment, and she found out she was pregnant. Eight months
later, my "other baby brother" was born.I used to hear how good Becky
was and how she n ever complained about her pain or all the tests they ran
on her. I grew up crying all the time and praying to God, asking why he
had taken her who was so good, and had left me who was not so good. Every
night I would look outside at the sky and stars and pray that prayer and
cry. Then, when I was twelve or thirteen, I was looking out my window, crying
and thinking of my sister, when I saw a shooting star or something. A thought
came into my head, actually, it felt more like someone was in my heart talking
to me, and a warm feeling came over me. I heard Becky say, "Don't cry
for me anymore. I'm with God and his is where I want to be, and I'm okay
and happy. Don't cry anymore. I am with you."I felt so good and happy inside.
I knew I didn't have to cry anymore. I knew my little sister was okay and
that it was not a bad thing for her when she died.  |
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