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Easter Stories
Stories
Shining Moments
Visions Of The Holy In Ordinary Lives
Ralph Milton
Not long ago, at about 9:00 on a Sunday night, I had a call from my sister, Peggy, saying that our sister, June, had died. It was not an unexpected death. June was cursed with a tobacco addiction she was never able to shake, and so the last years of her life were spent in a half-life of emphysema, hooked up to oxygen, struggling to breathe. June was a vivacious, joyous, musical person, and it caused us much pain to see her living that way. Her death, when it came, was a blessing.
Not long ago, at about 9:00 on a Sunday night, I had a call from my sister, Peggy, saying that our sister, June, had died. It was not an unexpected death. June was cursed with a tobacco addiction she was never able to shake, and so the last years of her life were spent in a half-life of emphysema, hooked up to oxygen, struggling to breathe. June was a vivacious, joyous, musical person, and it caused us much pain to see her living that way. Her death, when it came, was a blessing.
