Anita
It is a personal thing to write about the passing of a soul. Each is precious, made in the Image of God and in God's mind worth dying for. I have not been able to start and finish a testimony for Krystyna yet. I am going to try again to write this to let her sons know more about their Mom and to honor her husband David, who was in his kindness as I grew up, a brother to me. It is so hard to describe the beauty of Krystyna's family. I guess because it has touched my life in so many ways throughout the years. I always considered my time living with her in New Mexico my best memories of growing up. It happened mostly because Krystyna opened her life and family to me without any fanfare, seemingly unaware to her or to David just how much it meant to me. They would send an airplane ticket to Ma and Dad for me to visit for the summer. I would fly to the other side of the country to stay with them. I had a room to myself though that wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was being together. David worked during the days and Krys and I would do the errands. Sometimes it was going to Kelley’s for meat or shopping for healthy supplements or whatever, we did it together. She was a secure and happy person, and when I was with her, so was I. I remember David called Krystyna every day at lunch time and she wanted to make it back home every day for that phone call. Sometimes we had to rush to make it back in time, but we always did. I didn’t understand why it meant so much. Krystyna and David just told each other what was going on and then he would go back to work and so would we, ending with making dinner together. I was not much help I am afraid as my Mom would attest to! But it was so peaceful and wonderful, and I would just sit and talk with her. (That is how I would help my Mom at home, too.) On the weekends or sometimes for longer times, together with David & later with Winter & then Zachary we went on vacations, ate at restaurants, climbed the foot hills made ice cream (I’ll never forget the year of the plumbs) and bread, watched movies, played board games and were a family. Krystyna tried to teach me to knit, but found what Ma found, I wasn’t going to be learning how to knit anytime soon! So Krys made me my only hand knit sweater ever. She put finger nail polish on me for the first time in my life, a year Winter was between one and three years old, I think. I watched as Winter and Zachary ran around the soccer field as little children and couldn’t spot them till Krys told me to look for their hair color. Her boys were a gift to her from God. That would include David, Winter, and Zachary.
I do not believe souls end when they pass away from us. I do believe, for Biblical reasons, Krystyna is with God now. I long to see & talk to her, but out of obedience to God and an understanding of how things are, I know for the time being I am not going to be able to. In lieu of this, I have asked God, my dear Lord, if He would intervene in this case and perhaps pass the contents of this letter to my sister, which I know He is able to do. Now if God is willing…
This would be my letter to Krystyna:
Dear Krystyna,
The earliest memory of "us" is one you told me about when I was in high school. You told me Dad had to leave for work and was gone well for many months. Ma realized she was pregnant with me when he left, and so she cried herself to sleep every night because she was scared and alone I guess. You slept next to her each night and tried to comfort her. Thank you. I know it helped.
When I was born, you were there as the oldest of six. Dad was not going to be able to come see us. You wrote a letter to him I now can hold in my hand about how things were going for us. In it you wrote, "Anita stood on her hands and knees today...a cute little doll. She looks so cute when she smiles." and how Ma had gotten you all pretty outfits from the money he had sent her. You encouraged our Dad by letting him know we missed him and loved him. Thank you for all your kind words and for your letter.
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