By EMILY CREMERS
“I miss you, Katy. Merry Christmas. Bye.” I hung up the phone.
“Did you have a good talk with Katy, Em?”
“It seems she has been gone for quite a while, doesn’t it?” Mom said.
“Hmmm,” I replied half listening to my mom. A tear trickled down my face.
I handed Mom the phone and she left my room, not noticing what fell down my cheek.
My sister Katy left on a trip to California two months ago to go through a missionary training school and to share the love of Jesus with people in other countries. She would be gone for six months, but I never thought about her missing so many special times like Christmas. More tears streamed down my face as I thought about how much I miss her and how much she has been such a blessing, friend, example and helper to me.
Katy will be gone to the Philippines for Christmas and working in an orphanage. So she will be caring and loving on those children on Christmas Day.
“She will have so much fun,” I said to myself, smiling.
Then I got in my bed and cuddled under my soft covers thinking of the fun memories Katy and I had together. After a while I fell asleep feeling very content.
The next day I really wanted to write Katy, so I pulled out a piece of paper. I wanted to write something super special for her. So I began…
‘Katy, you have been my best friend since the day I was born. I always loved doing everything you got to do and I still love following in your footsteps. You are a big part in my life. I am sure you are in everyone else’s too. You bring so much light to this world and you always make people happy. I can’t believe how much you have been a blessing to me. How could anyone have a better sister? I feel like I can do nothing without you, Katy. Oh, by the way, no one can dance as good as you. You have so much joy, faithfulness, generosity and love in you. I can’t wait to hear all of your stories when you come back, and I seriously can’t wait until all those long six months are over so I can give you the biggest hug ever. I love you, Katy.
I put down my pen and chuckled, remembering other fun things about her.
“I’ll miss that girl.”
(Dedicated to my sister, Katy)