About My Sister

did our friendship and our families. Every birthday party and family gathering was held at her house - because her backyard was bigger and her house ‘did fix-up nice’ - lol. We exercised together, walked the community together and oohed and ahed over the improvements in each other’s homes like when our homes were painted or when the walkway and backyard of my home was tiled. Any improvement had to pass the Marsha inspection. Sometimes, after visiting homes in the community because of her job as the Denhab Whilby Road Townhouse representative, she would stop at my home and relax and talk with Anthony and me for hours about nothing - after she raided the snack pan of course. We created a lot of unforgettable family moments together.

 

My most precious memories of Marsha was the time we spent together in the hospital, the two weeks leading up to her death. She didn’t have a problem being vulnerable. She was weak and she knew it and she leaned on us for support. It wasn’t a chore to visit her; she made you want to be there to support her because of her attitude of gratefulness and the effort she made to be positive. She really fought cancer with grace.She did cry and she did ask why and she was very concerned about K’Hareece and Tavia continuing life without her, but if you saw the ugly tumour on her chest and felt the excruciating pain that she was in at times and the weakness that immobilized her when she would have preferred to be her usual busy self, then you’d understand the grace with which she faced this illness. We talked about her getting well - she told me that she was looking forward to getting well and I told her that I supported her. Even the night before she died I reminded her that I am still supporting her desire. God decided otherwise and that’s ok. He’s our God and whatever he decides, that’s ok.

 

I miss her bossiness in the hospital, and helping her to shift her body cause she couldn’t do it on her own at times, and combing her hair, and watching her eat excitedly food I had brought for her and the thank you’s that she mouthed only to me when I was leaving her side at the hospital. I miss our conversations and I’ll just truly miss her presence here on earth and in my life. 

 

But I don’t mourn as one without hope - a hope of which I don’t have to be ashamed - that I will see her again. Also, she is present with the Lord and the Lord is my friend and that lessens the gulf between us considerably.

 

I love you Marsha. I’ve now joined the ranks of those who have lost a loved one. But it’s ok.

 

Love, Denver.