I spent the night watching very old movies, the first of which was one with Katharine Hepburn, who since I was aware of her, reminded me of my oldest sister. Hepburn must have watched my sister in order to shape her characters. She must have read Myra's thoughts to dress as she did for her roles. Katharine learned that unique charm from my sister, although she was older than my sister, my sister having been born in 1936 and Katharine in 1907. My sister had great potential of all sorts if it had not been for abuse from her earliest years through much of adulthood, with many of those abusers claiming to be believers, sanctioned by the family church. Her freedom came when she shook them all off and stood alone with her children.
We lost her on 2020 December 22. There is no solace except through my Messiah Yeshua, and His peace will always be enough. So many regrets, though. I loved and love her. I respected her. She was my hero. I just wish that those who abused her had seen even half of who she was.
I talked to her youngest daughter tonight. An equally beautiful person in every way to her mother and one of the sweetest people I have ever known. Bless her, she loves our L_RD and spoke of Him tonight. But because of what her mother went through, she is a believer without a believing community. I wish churches and parents knew the impact upon others that their evil ways make. I wish they all knew that we will all be either forgiven through sincere repentance before G_D here or we will answer before that Final Judge.