I keep thinking of how much I miss her. I miss talking to her. If ever I needed advice about anything from cooking, to schooling, to guys, she was who I went to. Instead of going and having 'girl talk' with other girls I would go adn sit on her bed, and she knew that I  wanted to talk. We would sit in her room and fold laundry, or clean, or patch clothing, and talk. Now I find myself on days when I am here by myself, I find myself sitting in on her bed. Sometimes when I find myself wishing she had gotten better, I realize how selfish that is. Someone gave us an ornament this year that said;

I love you all dearly,
Now don't shed a tear,
I'm spending my Christmas
With Jesus this year.

        I know she is happy. And, yet still, everything that went on in Washington still stays clear and heavy in my mind. She is wiht Christ, well and rejoicing. But the images of things past cling. It seems sometimes, that only those who are older, desire for their time to be with Christ, to hasten in it's coming, but I sometimes so desire that time to be now. Chirst is the only one to whom you can draw close, without the fear of losing that one. I want to draw closer to Him. May I always remember that He should be my focus.