…a d word in passing.
It is about 11pm as I sit down to write this post. Once again the mission to 26 alphabetical posts has pointed me in many directions. Dreamer, decade, dutiful, daughter, dolls; all d words and posts that were started, but now cast aside. This will be a challenging post to write as my head is pounding and my eyes are drooping.
My sister, the Irish Twin died today, 68 years young.
My d words will not feature bolded font for the Irish Twin used to be the bold one. Sadly, in the last 8 years we lived a little over a mile apart, but may as well have been living on opposite ends of the continent. It is not that we had a falling out of any kind; it was a complicated relationship.
I have many wonderful memories of the Irish Twin as well as some family tales (mostly true*) of tumultuous times. The photo below was featured in a post about my mother, but I doubt she ever read it. (See asterisk above) I mentioned the blog to her, but sometimes I think looking back was just too difficult.
I have to admit it is not the most flattering, but if you knew her this would speak volumes. Her own sons admitted to me today that indeed the above photo captured her essence.
My nephews lost their Dad last August, so as Father’s Day approaches, they will now include their Mom. One of her sons is married and has two young children. They will miss their “Mimi”. The Irish Twin was a frequent sitter.
A few photos from past posts…
The Family Matriarch has asked me to write the eulogy for my sister. Since the letter e would be my next post, it seems the timing was set in fate. As the unofficial family historian, I hope to portray a woman who took risks we wished she hadn’t, moved far away too many times, wore her emotions on her sleeve while shouting them from her mouth, valued her privacy above some relationships, would defend a family member to her demise, and provided a
smother’s love to sons, a daughter-in law, and grandchildren.
Thanks for taking the time to read…eulogy, more than just an e word to come.