Never speak bad about someone until you’ve walked a mile in their moccasins, goes the old saying. Don’t judge until we have experienced the same sorrow, pain, and despair.
In my sister Vicki’s case, it was too easy for me to judge her, for I did not live her life of needles and spoons.
But she is at peace now. She’s sleeping, not needing to artificially fill that ancient void in her heart and soul. She’ll no longer wander aimlessly, cruelly tossed by the white powdered tyrant of her wants and needs.
God is her Judge. Not me. And yet, I wish it could have been different between us, that we could have been closer, but our paths did not peacefully align.
And so I commend her now into the arms of God’s angels, those kind spirits that carry our spirits back to God, when we fall asleep for the last time here on earth.
I love you, my little sister, my only earthly sibling, the little blonde-headed thing that tried to play catch with me, her big brother, the big brother she never failed to express her love to—until the end.
Goodbye, my dear.
Wayne
Immortality Road 
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We’re sorry to hear of your loss, Wayne. Hope you and your family are doing well. Prayers for all of your family.
Thanks for your sentiments. Love, Wayne
Dear Wayne,
I answered your letter and somehow made a mistake and deleted it so I’m doing this over. I’m very sorry for your loss and I’m very sorry that I hadn’t kept up with Vicky. The last two weeks she’s really been on my mind and I even considered contacting you to see if you could tell me where she was. I think of her children the most, wondering how they’re taking the S, her death, and where are they are.
My daughter Tara and I were reminiscing the other day about some of the shenanigans Vicky and I got into while at the Texas mission. I was out also telling Tara about some of the couples and you and Linda were on my mind at the time.
Thank you for letting us know about Vicky. I love you and Linda and your family.
Thank you, Ronda. Vickie’s daughters, Holly and Anna, are both in Pacolet, SC. I hear from Anna about once a year. She reads my books. She’s trying to do the right thing. Thank you for your thoughts. Wayne