Three Little Words

I think of Jill and I think of light. Maybe it's the blondish hair that does it, or the time we spent sitting on the Deep Creek porch, sharing intimate details of our lives in the midsummer sun. Perhaps it's Hawaii, and the thought of her walking across the Kona base holding my letter in her hands, waiting to see what wisdom she would send my way. Or the time when I sat with her in church, confused and broken in my walk with God. It was then that she shared the words, "You know, sometimes even a soldier needs to rest." She shared hundreds of other things with me over the course of our "sistership", but for some reason that stuck like glue to my brain. Jill, it is finally your turn to rest, and I am so glad that I will, someday, be able to hug my sister once again and dance for joy with you in the radiant light of eternity, that light that you so graciously shared with us while you were here.

I love you, Big Sis.