Yesterday was my sister’s birthday. She passed away in June of 2019.
We were about a year and a half apart she was older. I am the youngest daughter of four.
It’s hard for my other sister to think of me as 70 years old. I have always been ‘the baby’.
We grow up and life happens.
My sister had a rough life. She was by nature a wandering child. She moved to her own drum beat and
the life she chose brought addictions and ill health.
We do pay for what we choose.
I brought her home from Arkansas many years ago. I knew if I did not do anything I would never see her again.
She flew out to Oregon with my help. and visited with our parents and family.
I made it a nice time visiting the Oregon coast and t took her to a nice restaurant not knowing that was not at all like her life at home.
When it was time to send her home, I took her to the airport, and I told her to wait for me.
I parked my car went in to where she would be, and she was not there.
I panicked and paged her over the intercom system of the airport.
NO one knew where she was.
We discovered she wea already on the plane and sitting in her ‘row’ like a passenger wanting to go home.
The pilot let her go off the plane to say goodbye to me.
Life was often and adventure with her.
Later she returned to us with her whole family like the Beverly hillbillies and a car loaded with all they owned.
She lived her life around family, and it was both good and hard.
Her name was Mary.
She had a life that was challenging and also bittersweet.
We did all that we could do to keep her safe and healthy till she decided that was not her ‘ultimate goal’.
Yesterday was my sister’s birthday and I will always miss her.