Well, golly gee whiz! You teary-eyed people get me everytime. For those who knew Audrey - thank you for your kind words. I posted her on FB. Thank you, thank you, thank you all.
Now, endure a little more with me as I share a small tribute to my oldest sister, Vicki L. Ellis Garber
January 30, 1946 - February 27, 1987
Memories are treasures
No one can steal.
Death is a heartache
Nothing can heal.
Some may forget them
Now they are gone.
But I shall remember
No matter how long.
Still miss you after all these years.
I miss going to PicnSave (Big Lots now)
I miss going to lunch before mall shopping
I miss spending the nights at your home because Lee was working nights and I was afraid to be home alone
Thank you for feeding us so many times when we came to visit
Thank you for loving all the kids and being so generous
Thank you for being a great Christian woman
Thank you for being a super high school teacher
Thank you for getting us a sister to the dog you got (ours was Taco Bell and yours was Sweetums)
Mom always said that grandparents are to die first, then the parents, and then the children. In our family, 3 of our 4 grandparents had died. And, then Vicki died. Wait a minute! That is out of order. It threw our family way out of line and we were never the same. Each of had to deal with the strange event in our own way. For the first month, I went to the cemetary every day. Now, I only visit when I think I need to. You see, I have her right here in my heart and I don't need to go there. I can just talk to her here at home. Vicki was the first grandchild and a golden child she was. Never misbehaving - taking care of us other 4 kids - reading and learning - always staying where she was suppose to be. (01-22-11 post). My maternal grandmother just a short 2 months after Vicki died. As my Mom was packing things up from her apartment, she discovered a photo album wedged between the mattress and box springs. My grandmother had compiled an album. The first half was all about Vicki and the second half was all about herself. I think she just couldn't cope with the loss. Grandma used to call Vicki 'sis'. What a sad time - again. Brings the memories back all over again. I have to look at pictures to remember what she looked like. Is this normal? Probably. I smile everytime. I remember coming to visit her at the hospital after her first surgery. She had stepped out into the hallway to do her walking therapy and stopped just to see me bent over holding the hands to her baby doll she had gotten for Christmas. I thought she was going to pop a stitch. We were all laughing. I told her she needed her baby to comfort her.
For those who have lost someone (no matter how long ago) please know my pain and heartache is with you. And, for those who have parents nearing that time of leaving us, I do know what you are going through. It hurts to see our parents or loved ones go through changes that we may not like or don't want to remember a certain way; however, this is life and it is best not to give up on what you remember the way they were. I don't think I have to share "sad" days with you for awhile. I will skip grandparents but later this year will come my Dad. *Mom's funeral service was held this day in 2003*
What a day! Let's get it over and move on to greater things.
Happy pigtrails to you,
pinkpigy@aol.com
http://www.janerappleyea.stampinup.net/
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