I visited with my sister Jule Egleston last week. She said this was her all-time favorite picture. Mine too. I’m sorry I can’t produce a clearer image for you.
Yesterday my sister died of complications from pancreatic cancer. She endured chemo treatments every other week for a year and a half and somehow kept her faith, courage, and wonderful sense of humor throughout her struggle. Her son Jon was beside her holding her hand when the end came.
When Jule was little, her bedroom was next to mine. I was in college, often up late cramming for an exam. Jule’s room resounded with records: “Yipes! Yipes! I’ve lost my yellow stripes!” “Yeah, yeah, your carrots won’t come up!” played at 97 decibels. I remember being a big brother on a few of those occasions. When I was buying cocoons of exotic moths such as Attacus edwardsii, the gigantic moths would emerge and fly around my room before I got home from classes. When Jule opened my door and went in to watch them in awe, I was once again a big brother.
By the time Jule was seven, Sandy and I were married and left her to finish growing up on her own. Our lives took us in different directions. But wherever she was and whatever she was doing, Jule was always my baby sister.
Now she is gone. It will take a while to adjust to not having a kid sister.
My sweet sister came into this world with twinkling eyes and endearing smile. She will forever be like that in my heart.