Friday, March 4, 2011

Life

We flew to Memphis, and drove to Baton Rouge together - all three sisters.  Cleaning out Dad's place was exhausting mentally, physically, emotionally.  We were drawn back into our childhoods, and into his life.  It was like he was with us so much of the time.  It was all done by Wednesday, and we started on Sunday.  Just like that.  Finito. 

The three of us stayed in one hotel room with two beds.  We did okay, we really did.  We talked about things we needed to get off our chests, and I think finally we are really sisters again .  Not that we haven't always been, but it's like living together again only better.  There is real, deep understanding of one another, grace for each other's quirks - and I say that with love - and a spiritual and emotional tie that continues to grow stronger. 

My sisters mean the world to me, and I would drop everything to help either one of them.  They would do the same for me, I think.  I don't know that I could have said that a year ago when this all started, but it's true today.  I know it in my heart.  I never ever want to lose that.

Dad, I know you can hear this.  We did it. And we did it well.  You would be proud of us - - well, you probably are proud of us.  We didn't argue about things or get greedy.  We did what you wanted - - if it was something we all wanted, we flipped a coin or did rock, paper, scissors.  As hard as it was, there was joy.  And love.  I know I keep saying it, but it's what has enabled me to keep going.  Their love, David's love, and God's love. 

I don't know what the next season of life will bring, but I'm hopeful. 

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