My story is about an angel named Annette. My sister died six years ago on a sunny Thanksgiving day. She never  gave up and always kept faith. I will never stop trying to learn more and help others. Our whole family chose to set her free that mornng.

The first thing she said to me was, "Cheryl, why are my hand and joints swelling?" Of course being the older sister I laughed and said, "Call it old age."
That was in Feb. 1992 her age 35. In April I moved to Oregon from So.
Calif., where I left her behind. She called in May and said she wasn't
felling well, she had a hard time walking and her knees hurt. She went to the doctor and was checked for arthritis and to San Diego for tests. She came home and said "I have been given a death sentence," but it had not stopped her hope and courage.

She fought and never gave up. But on Thanksgiving of that year we, her family who loved her most chose to set her free. She had a heart attack and then her lungs quit working as well as all her internal organs. That is why we all chose that she wold not like to live like that. I was extremely close to as were my daughters.

May God be with all of you.       clsjohn@webtv.com

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