May 5, 2012
How are you? I hope everyone is enjoying the current season. Feels like summer here most days. It's breezy now. JC and one of his best friends are on the patio, drinking beer, and are most likely lying, as usual. I've just been sitting, pretty much. Sitting and thinking, 'cause I'm too enervated to do much else. Okay, maybe not even thinking, since my brain seems to be on a loop. I can't read because my brain stumbles over every other word, and I tend to read the same sentence over and over again until I'm annoyed. The house is a mess. I've started five or six cleaning projects, and I've abandoned each one.
There goes that loop again. And I do the same old thing at the end, every doggone time: I chuckle. I shake my head and I tell her, "Girl, you sure fooled me this time." Then I choke. You see, my sister passed this morning. She held on and she rallied after Nephew came from Cali. He talked to her, with his big Marine self. He did what I told him to do. He held her hand, he stroked her hair, and he did even better, and kissed her. Then he commenced to talking to her. He told her how he was taking her advice to heart regarding raising his children. He is a hands-on father. Nephew reminded her of some good times they had when he was growing up. And he asked her to open her eyes and look at him. She did.
Teams of doctors kept hitting us over the head with how half her brain was dead, and her responses were auto . . . You know what I mean. Well, they were wrong. My sister looked at me. She looked at Nephew last night. And she cried. She blinked twice, as asked. She blinked three times when asked--just to be sure. So. She rallied for Nephew. They "talked" until she was too tired. And so, she slept.
Everyone headed home--believing the Come-back Kid had done it again--to learn the moment they'd basically kicked off their shoes, that she'd let go and was gone. One in the morning is when the clock stopped for my baby sister. I wasn't with her when she was born. I wasn't with her when she left. I am glad she waited for Nephew. I am relieved at her passing, but I tell anyone who will listen, "Baby sister wore that body of hers out. She used it up. Looks like she burned up all its energy from the inside out, and there's nothing left." She's out of my life. She will always be with me though.
Thank you, dear friends. Thanks for the lovely, sincere, heart-felt mail, your kind thoughts, and prayers. I cannot write yet, but I will when I can. My mom needs taking care of for a while. Be well.
Love & hugs,