Hello again, it's Brenda with another planted blog post. This time I'm going to be going down memory lane with the life of my beloved sister, who I lost to colorectal cancer at the age of 54 on June 6, 2003. I want you to know who she was and what my being her little sister meant to me.  Beverly or Bev what she preferred to be called, was the middle child in our family. She was also the one who made every effort to make any family occasion, no matter how big or small. She truly was the core of our family and the one who did so much behind the scenes. Bev was not one who lived for praise or glory. She served the Lord in her own unique way. Her life exemplified that in a big way. Anyone she came in contact with was treated with kindness and respect. I admired and looked up to her. When she was going off to college, I was starting first grade, so you see there was an age difference.  Bev loved to read and would pretty much finish reading a book on the weekends when she would come...

Hello, it's Brenda with another planted blog post. I want to bring some joy into this one. I am so thankful that I came from a family that loved music. We all loved to sing. My father would sometimes sing in German the hymn; Gott Ist Die Liebe meaning, God Is Love. My mother would play the piano by using chords. Three of my sisters played piano for church. One even played the organ as well. My oldest sister and I were the soloists. I took voice lessons during my high school years and even during the summer months.  Music has always been a big part of my life. It helps to keep me centered, when I'm stressed or anxious. I like to listen to music while I'm walking. I haven't been able to do much of that this winter or spring, due to  osteoarthritis in my ankles. It happens to be Arthritis Awareness Month in the United States, so consider this my way of spreading awareness. It's been almost 33 years since I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis (RA) and that has been ...