Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?"
My sister, Rachel, is gone now. She died last Wednesday, March 18. I received a phone call from my family earlier that day to let me know the time was short. I changed my plans and left for Tennessee. I was there for about three hours before she died. I was able to hold her hand, pray for her, sing to her and just be there.
One of Rachel's biggest fears was not being able to breathe. It was awful to watch her continue this way. I consider it a blessing that at the very end of her life, her breathing became easier and more shallow until it finally stopped. It was very peaceful and I know she is finally at peace.
My husband preached the funeral. He did an awesome job and shared the story of Lazarus. A friend had sent me the scripture during this time and it had been on my mind throughout the week of her passing.
My youngest sister had her first baby three days before the death. It was a reminder of how precious life is. I am so thankful for the many prayers and support that I and my family have received during this time. I continue to be burdened for Rachel's young son, Trevor and Billy, her husband of 17 years.
She is now at peace and in no longer in pain.