Memories of My Sister

I have so many memories of my sister, many happy and many sad, but I’ve narrowed it down to these, because I think it depicts her best. If I was to describe my sister in one word, it’d be generous. Back in 2005, Christa, my mom and I went to Fenway Park to see our beloved Red sox play. Four hours before the game we decided it’d be a fantastic idea to try to get autographs from some of the players. We asked around and found only one way to do this, to lie on the sidewalk outside the parking for the players and shove our stuff through the couple inch gap at the bottom of the fence. We ended up getting many signatures, and were about to leave when the back-up catcher for the Sox, Doug Mirabelli, came to sign. We put our ball through the fence and a few seconds later, we found our self’s with an autograph, just as he left. Near the back of the fence, a little boy was crying and I could hear the dad soothing him to tell him it was okay that he didn’t get the signature. Christa, without flinching, gave the ball to the little boy. He was overjoyed. Christa would always be doing things like this. She was also incredibly brave. The tumor would constantly upset her stomach and she would often throw up. I remember walking home from the bus with her. She stopped and threw up. Seconds later, she was telling me she was sorry I had to see it. Here was a sixteen year old girl, throwing up off the side of the road, yet telling her little brother she was sorry he had to see it. She always put on a smile and a confident attitude to show that nothing was wrong with her. Even being gone, she is still helping people. I’ve had many friends tell me that they know now to realize to cherish what they have, because it could be gone any second. On the couch, the night before she died, my mom was weeping while having her head on Christa’s chest. Christa mouthed the words ‘its okay mom’. The thing was, although at the time it didn’t seem okay, it now is. She’s with the best of the best now. Rest in peace Christa, I’m gonna miss you.

-Jeffrey Thompson