In my opinion, there are very few people who are as awesome and wonderful as others make them sound. My sister, Celia, was one of those few people.
I always say that being part of a large family that I get a little bit of who I am by each of them. I think that any ounce of creativity that I have is in large part due to Celia. I remember her helping us create decorations for the different seasons, drawing illustrations for a good old fashion reel-to-reel in a shoe box, and making Maren and I dolls that we could snuggle at night.
Celia had a infectious attitude of fun. She was able to get everyone to participate in games or even more memorable get everyone to follow her lead as she danced to Feliz Navidad.
But most importantly she loved her family and the gospel.
Just over two weeks ago, my sister, Celia was diagnosed with leukemia and shortly passed away trying to fight each new complication that it created for her body.
They told me that a sister you would be.
I had no idea what that meant to me.
Of your life, I have sweet memories
A lot filled with joy and some adversities
From you, many lessons I learned
Like how respect and admiration can be earned.
Most of all you showed me how to love.
A love that can also be felt from above.
As I feel your presence near
What a sister means becomes very clear
From the beginning and right to end
You taught me that sister means"friend"