For my good friend, Ken Conner,
in honor of his sister,
June 26, 1957 – December 28, 2001
By: Marc A. Turner - Copyright ©2002
I found it hard to understand…
the meaning of her life
I trust in God for all I’m worth,
but it seems… just so not right
Why was she the one called home,
when here she did so much good
Others could have taken her place…
many times, I wished I could
Just 44 years on this earth…
it seems so painfully short
But in those years she helped so many…
of every different sort
For many lost in the dark…
she was the light that made it day
My sister was the one…
who helped me find the way
She gave to me the most precious gift…
I found my savior Jesus
And I still see the best of her…
in my nephews and my nieces
She was more than just a sister,
she was also a very special friend
We shared a bond that never broke…
right to the very end
When I find myself asking why...
why this had to be
I hear my sister saying…
"Ken, please…be happy now for me”
Deep down inside I’m happy…
she’s now seated at God’s side
But part of being human,
is feeling pain for those who’ve died
Strangely enough the pain is eased…
because of what, She did
She brought me to the love for God…
A love she never hid
So yeah there’s pain still there
but it has dulled... just like a knife
I realize now, what she gave to me,
was... the meaning of her life...
09/16/02