Marilyn

I met a friend and colleague of my sister, Marilyn, on Facebook recently. In corresponding with her, some old memories of Marilyn came back. Marilyn died on September 29, 1985. I remember thinking that a good title for her biography would have been "Life Begins at 40", for she was forty years of age when she passed away.

I never had a whole lot of time with her - she was away to college when I was quite young and then on to New Guinea and other parts of the world. She had a great laugh and was a great writer, teacher and friend to many people.

Here's the poem entitled To My Sister that I wrote in her honor in October, 1985.

From the mountains of Adirondack

To the plains of the Midwest

There you found your loved one

The ending of your quest

Then came two beautiful young ones

They came your lives to bless

They were full of life

And perhaps some mischievousness

Then you made your way across the sea

To a different kind of land

And certainly through it all

You could see God's leading hand

You helped many a lost one

And we know you did your best

The lost multitudes to aid

And from Satan's dark hand wrest

Now you've made your greatest journey yet

You'll travel past the farthest star

And we are here left behind

To mourn but from afar

But while we mourn we'll not forget

That while we here remain

Some day we'll cross to be with you

And together with Him we'll reign

So now we make this solemn vow

We'll neither stop nor hesitate

We'll stay true to His dear name

And meet you by the Eastern Gate

Thanks, Linda, for bringing back some memories of my sister.