I’m loosing my best friend. I’ve known her ever since she was born. Yes, my younger sister. Just knowing she’s there and you can always talk frankly and honestly. Her wit and refreshing spin on the every day.
I wrote what amounts to a eulogy. I’ll read it to her tomorrow on Zoom before the drugs are administered. I expect she’ll have some corrections. Or something satirical to say. It was difficult to write.
Her choice has been well thought out, brave and elegantly smooth. I’ll tell her she’s earned her wings.
So many times I’ll think, I can’t wait to tell Patti. Usually it’s something funny. There is a cartoon in the current New Yorker, a guy says “I don’t need a therapist. I have plenty of friends to complain to.” That would be me in recent days.
The Zoom will take place at 9:30 am. What to wear? I know, who cares? But if I had to think of that tomorrow, well too much. I decided to wear the blouse I wore when Patti hosted Thanksgiving at her house when she was attending S.J. State. The turkey was perfect, naturally.
A perfect sister…..
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