Celestial Sista

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a nice one for anyone who's lost someone close to them. I would give credit to the original story teller but can't because I don't know who it was, if anyone knows please let me know in a comment, thank you.

Celestial Sista

 

Sometime after my sister passed away, I’m not sure exactly when or where I was living at the time, I was up late reading and I came across a story. I can’t remember who wrote it, or even which book I was reading at the time, but it was just a short story and it changed my life.

It was about a little African girl, who’d lost her favorite uncle to a horrible hunting accident and she was heartbroken. She stopped eating and sleeping, and nobody could help her, so they called in the local witch doctor, an old woman that everyone called grandmother, to help her.

The old woman sat her down and held her and told her that she knew that her uncle was a good man and that it was alright to miss him. But she told her, her uncle wouldn’t want to see her so sad, and he would hate to see her making herself sick from how much she missed him. He would want her to be happy, and instead of feeling sad whenever she thought of him, he would want her to smile and to remember all the good things about him and to feel comfort from his memory, and not just an empty feeling of loss and heartache.

The old woman rocked her in her arms and continued to speak softly in her ear. She was given a gift, she said, by having him in her life, and to miss him too much, to feel that aching loss every time she thought of him, was tarnishing that gift and that would be a terrible thing. Doing that would make her uncle's love for her a hurtful thing, something that it was never meant to be. So, she said, we must fix this and make your uncle proud and not hurt him and worry him wherever he has gone.

So, she took the little girl by the hand and led her off into the night, to a clearing near the village and told her to look up into the night sky. She said you must pick a star, a bright one, as bright as your uncles' smile, as bright as his eyes when they lit up upon seeing you.

The little girl looked up, and after a while, she found one, in the east, just above the hilltop near their village. She pointed to it and said that one. The old woman picked her up and pointed to it and said, that one, from now on, will be your uncle.

The little girl looked confused, so the old woman continued, she said, from now on, whenever you are lonely and you miss him, you can look up and see that star there, and know that he is with you. You will see it and not feel sad, but you will remember his laugh, and his smile, and the way his arms felt big and strong and safe when he hugged you. You will remember how he danced with you around the fire on your birthday last summer and the way he made that blanket for you to lay on and keep warm on cold nights. You will remember the stories he told you, and how he stayed with you when you were sick and comforted you during that scary storm last month.

When you see that star, he will be with you, and you can talk to him, and tell him of your sadness, or share your joys with him, just like you would if he were right there with you. He will hear you and he will be happy to share these things with you, and he will be happy that you still love him and keep his memory alive. From that star, he will smile down on you, and you will feel it and know that his love for you still exists, and he will feel it and he will know that your love for him is still strong.

Do these things, when you see that star, and he will not be gone, he will not die. He will be alive in your memories, his love for you will live on in your heart and he will be happy wherever he has gone, because he will know that his time with you was not wasted, and his love for you was enough to carry you through this hard life even after he was gone. Do this for you, and do this for him, it is what he would want, and what he deserves.

This time, when the girl looked up at the star, she was smiling, and happy tears were rolling down her face, and the old woman knew that she would be alright.

I loved this story, and even though it was really late, and it was really cold outside, I got up and went out into the backyard and looked up. I loved my sister too, and I missed her a lot, too much maybe, so much that it was hurting me. It did hurt when I thought of her, and now I knew that that wasn’t right, it wasn’t the way it should be. It wasn’t what she would want, or what she deserved.

I stood there for a long time, in just my t-shirt in the cold night air. The cement of the back walkway was freezing my feet through my thin socks, but I didn’t care. I wanted to pick a star for her, I needed to, and I couldn’t go back in without doing it.

It eventually got too cold, my teeth were chattering, and I couldn’t feel my feet anymore, it broke my heart but I just couldn’t find a star big enough, or bright enough to be my sister, and I sadly turned to go back into the house.

Just then, coming over the top of the roof, was the biggest full moon I’d ever seen, and I knew that that was it, and I smiled and felt better than I had for a long time. My sister the moon.

For Cindy, I love you, sis.

The End


Submitted: November 05, 2021

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