My Sister Karen: A Beautiful and Rare Soul
by Elizabeth barr
My sister Karen passed away early this morning. it was one week and one day from the time she suffered a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. She almost died on the way but the EMTs did a wonderful job making sure she kept breathing. Once she was stablelized, she was admitted to the hospital. That was when she called me and filled me in and I in turn called my brother Ray. The three of us are the only siblings and our parents have been deceased for quite some time now
What my brother and I didn't know was that Karen had suffered several heart attacks prior to this one, but she didn't know that either. Heart disease is a silent killer. After a slew of tests, the cardiologist scheduled her for open heart surgery on monday, Oct. 1st. Our father had undergone the same surgery many years ago and actually lived to be 81 when he died of heart failure. But this was not to be so for Karen. Her heart was simply not strong enough to endure and she passed away in the ICU, never regaining conciousness.
Karen was a feisty, free spirit. She definitely lived life on her own terms and she didn't take any sh#t from anyone. We were very different from each other - me being the cautious one and she being unafraid to speak her mind. I admired her for her spunk, but at times I was also very critical of her. Maybe I just wanted to protect her... I'm sure I will spend the rest of my life puzzling that one out.
We, including my brother, his family, and my daughter, were fortunate to have spent a weekend together about a month ago for the celebration of my neice's wedding. It was a very fun time - much merriment and love - and I'm thankful to have the memories. She was full of charm, dancing up a storm and flirting with all the cool young men. Karen was a beautiful woman, the kind of beauty other women can only dream of. I loved that she knew it too!
Although I am no stranger to death, having lost both parents, today is the saddest day of my life. I still hear her voice and her laughter. I will no longer be able to share her sharp wit. And I will never be able to hug her, console her, and tell her again how very much I love her. The hole in my heart is huge.
Karen was 58. Much too young to leave this world. She is in God's hand and finally home.