You know, in yesterdays post I mentioned some of the things I am thankful for. One of the things I mentioned was my sister.
Oh. a sister is a wonderful thing to have. I grew up in the midst of 3 brothers and 4 sisters. Three of my sisters are gone now, all to cancer. Two of my brothers are gone now too, one to lung cancer and one to a botched surgery. My youngest brother is quite ill, having suffered a stroke a couple of years ago. He lives close to St. Louis and my remaining sister lives in West Virginia.
A younger sister is someone who has known you all of her life. She has shared your sorrow and pain and happy times. When we were young we double dated. We spent many an hour sitting on the town square in Macomb with the motor running in my ‘53 pea green Plymouth that my daddy helped me buy. That was such fun, just watching the world go buy. We frequented the Dairy Queen that is still standing in the same spot in the same building close to the Western Illinois University. We hung out with friends at the Student Prince, a café at the edge of town. To the best of my knowledge that building is still there too.
The memories are flooding back this morning. My red haired boy friend. Fun, simple, innocent times.
But my life really began the day I met Jim, just home from Korea and spending some time with his brother and sister in law. He was so handsome with his black curly hair and dark brown eyes.
And now I am back in the real world. Jim is gone, a victim of cancer that took the lives of 3 sisters and 1 brother. I am thankful for the life that I have now and grateful to family and friends.
I hope you all have a blessed weekend. Stay safe and be happy!!