My dear Johnetta Mar-Gibson, aka “Gibson”, to me; gone too soon. Who knew two years ago would be the last time we spent together? God has a way of working things perfectly in the universe to bringing us together during a major life event after a long time apart. That was the moment when my family moved into a new home; the call came, and you were in the area. In an instant, we were connecting again after some time apart.
Gibson, my college twin sister, I long to hear your wonderful laughter again and seeing that brilliant smile. You’ve left too soon for us to reminisce about our college years, the summer session where we met before our freshman year, the peer mentor program, the dorm life, the men crush, and the professor crushes. We would also remember the height debate about who was the tallest, and how we balanced school and family life for we both were connected very much to our families.
My dear Gibson, I would long for the day when we would have sat down and reminisce about family events we’ve attended, how our children have grown up with careers and found life partners, then the weddings, baby showers, out-doorings, birthdays, and the list goes on. God knows best. He wanted you home pain free, just having that constant smile and laughter.
You gave me an advice that I’ve kept for many years which changed how I do things. You told me that “when you are trying to do something and it’s not going well, it means God’s telling you to wait”. I hear those words now as the day you said them. That advice has stayed with me and has become my motto. When the timing was right, things worked out perfectly and in alignment. God’s timing is always the best and He has called you at this time. Thank you, Gibson, again and again! You were right! My life has been a testimony of that principal and I share it with others.
Gibson, you played a special part in my life with your strength and resilience. You always left an impression on everyone who came in contact with you. My sister, I’m missing you!! The thought of calling, leaving a voice mail and not getting a call back makes my heart break. I know you are among the Angels that are watching over us and we’ll watch over Peedy with the responsibility you gave Gary and I as godparents. Please rest in peace until we meet again in Glory with the Almighty God.
College Sister, Mavis