on the death on my sister
Sep. 3rd, 2020 06:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffThese posts are a series of letters that I'm writing to my grandchildren's grandchildren.
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Last Saturday, August 29, I came home from work to discover that my sister Denise had died. My husband Mike and the boys were up in Manistee, visiting his mother, Margaret. So I was alone except for Tone, and he went and sat on the porch across the street, keeping vigil with our neighbor Crazy Brenda.
Though Denise's health had been poor with diagnosed heart problems and high blood pressure, she had recently been doing a bit better. We are all saddened by her death, especially her son Garrett who lives in Marquette. I've included below the obituary that I wrote for her.
I've been dreaming of her every night since her death -- nothing special, just that she is there, a part of whatever is going on in the dream. Last night I dreamed that I was a nurse practitioner, giving her a check-up, and she seemed fine. Just me dealing with the shock and sadness.
Tone has taken down his tent in the backyard and has moved into the house. For now, he is sleeping in the kids' dayroom; I think that moving into Denise's bedroom might be too much for the poor guy.
I have most of the day off from work today, I just have to go in from 2pm to 7pm to take over the nursing cart for a woman who needs to go to some appointment. So I'll spend today finishing up the cleaning of Denise's room, and taking her clothes to donate to the resale shop.
Denise had a chair out on our front porch where she'd sit and smoke her cigarettes, chat on the phone, watch the birds come to the feeders, and watch the many neighborhood cats lay in the sun or wrestle about or stalk the birds. There was one little stray that she was wooing, and now that one is usually curled up in the chair, waiting for Denise to bring her some treats. We call that little cat Dulce. While I'm out, I think I'll get Dulce some sardines.
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Last Saturday, August 29, I came home from work to discover that my sister Denise had died. My husband Mike and the boys were up in Manistee, visiting his mother, Margaret. So I was alone except for Tone, and he went and sat on the porch across the street, keeping vigil with our neighbor Crazy Brenda.
Though Denise's health had been poor with diagnosed heart problems and high blood pressure, she had recently been doing a bit better. We are all saddened by her death, especially her son Garrett who lives in Marquette. I've included below the obituary that I wrote for her.
I've been dreaming of her every night since her death -- nothing special, just that she is there, a part of whatever is going on in the dream. Last night I dreamed that I was a nurse practitioner, giving her a check-up, and she seemed fine. Just me dealing with the shock and sadness.
Tone has taken down his tent in the backyard and has moved into the house. For now, he is sleeping in the kids' dayroom; I think that moving into Denise's bedroom might be too much for the poor guy.
I have most of the day off from work today, I just have to go in from 2pm to 7pm to take over the nursing cart for a woman who needs to go to some appointment. So I'll spend today finishing up the cleaning of Denise's room, and taking her clothes to donate to the resale shop.
Denise had a chair out on our front porch where she'd sit and smoke her cigarettes, chat on the phone, watch the birds come to the feeders, and watch the many neighborhood cats lay in the sun or wrestle about or stalk the birds. There was one little stray that she was wooing, and now that one is usually curled up in the chair, waiting for Denise to bring her some treats. We call that little cat Dulce. While I'm out, I think I'll get Dulce some sardines.
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