Sisters are different flowers from the same garden. ~Author Unknown
On this day, 75 yeas ago, a baby was born to Richard Marvin Hughes and Ida Odessa Russell Hughes – a girl. They named her Norma Jean. There are no pictures of this child – not even one. My mother says she had beautiful, black curly hair. She died four days after she was born.
She now is at rest in Shoal Creek Cemetery in Morgan County, Alabama. She lies next to her grandmother, and mine, Temperance Jane Russell.
Her name is seldom mentioned anymore. When I was a child, I would pretend she was with me and imagine what she was like. I still wonder what she would have been like.
There are few stories about her life, but one about her death fascinates me. Our mother tells me that on the day Norma Jean died, Mother saw the ceiling of the bedroom where she lay, open, and an angelic figure took an infant child up through the opening. A few minutes later my dad came into the room and told Mother the baby had died. Mother was never a person who was considered ‘psychic’ or even overly religious. This type story was rather ‘out of character’ for her. She always told the story in a matter-of-fact way and she never doubted that it actually happened. Neither did I.
Today, were she still living, we would most likely be celebrating in some way as she would be turning 75. Instead, I am remembering that I have an older sister in heaven. A sister, my living sister and I have never seen, but one that we will meet someday. I believe that we will know one another the moment we get there and will not have to be introduced.
Happy Birthday, Sis!
I guess I could be wrong about the introduction part.