My housekeeper, Myra, knows me pretty well, having worked with me for nearly five years. She can predict when I’m out of any item. She remarked a while back, that when my sister, Patti, passes, I will be a wreck. Of course she’s right.
Our three sister Wednesday Zoom meeting was today. Patti announced her final plans. It will be soon, she can’t say exactly. She doesn’t want either of her sisters, me and Connie, to be present because she would worry about us. Just the professionals.
It’s really hard to even write this. I plan to write her a note of love, which is obvious, but can never be stated too much.
I’ll ask , in the note, if she finds herself in the afterlife in the company of other departed friends, to please let them know them are missed, as will she be. Very, very much.
Later, I tried to distract myself with Netflix. In the first show, the lead faces one problem after another. I didn’t wait for the light at the end of the tunnel. I turned to “Queer Eye”. That worked. Five gay guys do make overs on two older black women in Washington, D.C. The results were beautiful, astounding and lot’s of “Oh, my God!!!” , from the sisters.
Like eating chocolate when you’re feeling down.
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