We were the closest family possible. Our world was turned upside down on 05/03/09 when my best friend, the person I love most next only to our children, my sister Trina was diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. Her body gave out on her on 01/09/10 but she will ALWAYS be a part of our daily life and will continue to be in my posts. I started my blog to chronicle our daughter's international adoption from Guatemala and have continued to use it as a journal.

What you will find is my family trying to adapt to our new lives that were handed to us.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

26 Months

Today is 26 months since we buried sissy. THAT is the most shocking of all. To think that she's so close and yet impossibly far away. I have never been to the cemetery since her service. For some reason I find it a tiny bit less horrifying to word it that way, her service vs. her funeral. Funeral is so final, so abrupt, so DEATH. Service is something that means many other things. Funeral cannot. There is only one definition of funeral but many definitions of service.

Norm woke me up in the middle of the night a few nights ago, he said I was talking in my sleep. I have a tendency to talk in my sleep but I don't remember it and rarely do I wake up Norm doing it since he snores horribly and has severe sleep apnea. But somehow I woke him up. I asked him what I was saying. He told me I was talking to my sister. I hesitated for a split second but then wanted to know what I was saying. I had a vague, swirling memory of a dream with her so I wanted to know if I heard the words I was saying would bring the dream to the forefront of my memory. I wish I hadn't asked.

Norm said I was saying "I love you. I miss you sissy. Please come back to me."


Anonymous said...

My gramma was my favorite person on earth (horrible parents, brother, childhood etc). She was my best friend. The 22nd is 10 years since her death. I've never been to the cemetery. She's not there. She's in my memories & my heart. Corny but true

Jen said...

Understood. You make perfect sense to me. Your dream made me so sad! I can't imagine how you felt when you woke up. Probably how you feel for the remainder of the time you are awake.


Btw...I vote you remove these word verification things below...I can never read the damn things ; /

And then they tell me, nope...wrong again dummy!

Grandma Kathy said...

Oh Cameo...I am so very sorry! It's been over 20 years and I still dream about my sister Patty. It is so not fair that this is all we have left. Now I find out my mom has got Cancer. It makes me want to just climb in a hole and never come out. I am so sick and tired of people saying "well that's god's plan for them". It is definitely not something I will ever understand!

Please know you and your family are in my thoughts.

Kathy Prine