Sherilyn's stomach ruptured on June 7, and she had to be rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery and was placed in ICU. Two days later her daughter received word from the hospital that Sherilyn's kidneys were failing, and she had to be placed on a ventilator. Sherilyn remained on life support until she peacefully passed away from this life and into Heaven on June 13. We all gathered to say our goodbyes on June 18.
I still can't believe she's gone. I miss her. I miss her words of wisdom. I miss talking to her. I miss laughing with her. I miss that motherly feeling I got from her. I know everything happens for a reason, and I believe God is in control. He took her home when it was her time. I know this in my brain and in my heart, but there are times that I can't wrap my head around her passing. I keep thinking that it was too soon. There was much left to do. There was her granddaughter to see grow up. There was work still to be done. But God had other plans for Sherilyn's life, and we have to grieve for her, be grateful we knew her, and move on with cherished memories.
I'm a firm believer in letting people know that you love them and how much they mean to you. I want my friends and family to know I love them and how much they mean to me, and I want them to know how, even in the smallest of ways, each one of them has impacted my life and made it better for knowing them. Folks, don't let your loved ones get away from you without a hug, a kiss, an "I love you". You never, never now when it just might be your last chance to tell them. Don't let grudges get in the way. Don't let your last words be wasted on a silly argument. Don't let the lasting memories you have of that person be their backside while they are clocking out for the day. Don't let your very last memory to be at their funeral wishing you had said all you wanted to say and wondering if they knew you loved them. Don't assume you'll see that person again. You may not.