… on the death of my twin sister, I thank you.
Kim was a missionary in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, living and working at an orphanage and school there. Her friends told us that she had been swimming in the ocean near her home, and got caught by currents and drowned. Paramedics on scene were unable to resuscitate her.
I've been estranged from my family for a very long time, and Kim and I hadn't been close since we were children. But in recent years, I'd started to reconnect in some small way with my siblings, and through our older sister I learned that Kim had turned her life around, and devoted her life to God and improving the lives of countless children in South Africa. She was poor, she was uninsured, and she lived in virtual poverty, but she was happy.
And it looks like, in the last few years, she had found a way to make a difference. For that, I am thankful.
After we have time to get Kim's ashes shipped home and I have time to process all this, I'll write a post about my sister. We fought like demons and were bitter enemies for years, but there were good times, too.
I'd like to share some of them with you, to honor my sister.
Until then, thanks for your prayers and good wishes. They were very welcome.
