My sister

 My sister is a photographer for small businesses. She is very good at what she does.

And she is a very good sister.

 Sometimes she's funny, sometimes she's sarcastic, sometimes she's compassionate, sometimes she's straightforward, sometimes she's just plain kind and considerate. Sometimes she and I and Amber exchange dozens of texts about important, not important, random, meaningless, and meaningful things and the two are kind of my life support.

Last week on Friday Shandee sent us this:

Yikes!! 

Some older guy either had a medical episode or was really confused and drove quite a ways into a park in Murray, along the trail, and right into my sister. Thankfully he didn't keep going because he would have hit a bunch of high schoolers finishing at the cross country meet. The hospital was right across the street and when they finally checked her out she had no broken bones but she had no feeling in her feet and especially her toes. Didn't sound like such great news since she has pretty serious back problems and permanent nerve damage that already makes her legs go numb and weak.

The next morning she sent a text that said, "I feel like I've been hit by a truck." 😂😭 So she spent her 20th wedding anniversary and with her doctors making sure everything's going to be okay. Then she sent us this:

And now our catchphrase is that we're all "decently jacked up".

I think it hit me a couple days after this that I'm not sure what I would do if my sister died. I've had a lot of people in my life die and a lot of people I really cared about, And I've been to a million funerals and viewings and while they're all very sad and I've cried at some, I guess I've never lost somebody that threw me to the ground. I guess not yet at least. So I'm glad she didn't die, because I just can't imagine it.

I also can't imagine not having the beliefs I do about death. I know in my heart and with all of my being that I will see loved ones again. I have zero doubt in this. Life wouldn't be worth living if it just ended and was done and finished. It brings a lot of comfort to me thinking about eternity and it makes death much less scary, thpigh probably not less difficult sometimes. Our 99-year-old prophet through our church recently said that taking the sorrow out of death would also be taking the love out of life. I definitely agree.

So here's to people we are close to and here's to my sister who handled being hit by a truck with a bit more grace than I would have.