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Beautiful Things Part Two
My sister called me tonight. We talked for an hour.
It's the first time ever that she's called me since she was moved to assisted living. Not only did she call me, we talked for an hour! Usually our conversations consist of her telling me she's tired , I love you bye--but tonight, we talked about the kids and our friends and we laughed a lot, a whole lot...wow. It was like a miracle. And it made me realize I was being an asshole. so , yeah, it was a beautiful thing, and it made me happy.
Sure, she asked me every five minutes what we were talking about, but here's the cool part, she was aware that she was forgetting. She said she had a swiss cheese memory, like Sam Becket, lol! it's funny sometimes what she does remember. She couldn't believe her child was 20, not 8 years old. Sounds sad, but we made each other laugh about it. Ah well. It was nice. It's temporary but still, really nice!
So anyway--beautiful thing part two! let's see what other beautiful things I can come up with! *grin*
It's the first time ever that she's called me since she was moved to assisted living. Not only did she call me, we talked for an hour! Usually our conversations consist of her telling me she's tired , I love you bye--but tonight, we talked about the kids and our friends and we laughed a lot, a whole lot...wow. It was like a miracle. And it made me realize I was being an asshole. so , yeah, it was a beautiful thing, and it made me happy.
Sure, she asked me every five minutes what we were talking about, but here's the cool part, she was aware that she was forgetting. She said she had a swiss cheese memory, like Sam Becket, lol! it's funny sometimes what she does remember. She couldn't believe her child was 20, not 8 years old. Sounds sad, but we made each other laugh about it. Ah well. It was nice. It's temporary but still, really nice!
So anyway--beautiful thing part two! let's see what other beautiful things I can come up with! *grin*
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*hugstight*
How about the mirror for another beautiful thing?
:D
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Some people might find you morbid, but I don't;)
My mother and I did a *lot* of laughing when she was dying of cancer. A lot. We also cried, but mostly separately. But when we were together we remained our sarcastic, quipping selves. Seven years later, 99% of what I remember of that time is the laughter. It took me a couple of years to get to that point, but I did.
((hugs)) again.
Might I suggest something? Visit your sister and record some conversations with her or ask her to tell you some stories and record them. You'll enjoy being able to listen to her voice years later. I have a recording of me talking with my grandfather when I was 3 or 4 years old. He got me to tell him a whole long story and recorded it. He gave it to me when I graduated from high school. I love it because he's gone, but I can still hear his voice and listen to him laugh.
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*hugs*
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I'll think about what you say, maybe get together with my Niece and do that. Maybe we can pull up some good memories for her.
*HUG* Thanks sweetie, you're always ready to hold my hand. love you. *hugkiss*
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*HUG*
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I'm so glad you had a good talk with her, bay-bee. So glad.
*hugs you some more, just 'cause I can*
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*beams*
*loves*
aw, hon
{{{hugssotight}}}
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