Dear Big Sister, Ok, I MEAN Dear 'Mature' One - you never liked being called 'big' or 'old(er)' Sister.
I knew this time would come, but I figured it would be later, and even figured I might go before you, especialy with what has happend in the past few years. But it wasn't meant to be.
You did a tremendous job raising your children. Both are fine adults and have wonderful families. I have such love and respect for both of them, no, for all of them. I know they will miss you very much, as will the grandchildren. You passed along a great deal of love and caring.
As for me, I already miss you. I have thought about calling you many times, and then realized you would not answer. I suspect you can now(FINALLY) read my thoughts. Try not to get too deep in mind reading, I might shock you with some of my thoughts.
I will never forget the fact that you encouraged me to try shrimp and Chinese food. Rare oddities in an otherwise beige, bland, and blonde diet of meat, potatoes, gravy and sometimes veggies. Vividly I remember standing by the station wagon in Colorado in the mountains wanting to take a puff of your cigarette. Mom said NO, but you told her to let me try it. Boy, did that taste awful! I will stick to my vices of chocolate and pop. None of it is good for the body, but as you said, we all have our vices.
Greet the folks and Ritchie for me. Tell Ritchie he was so right. When I was about 12, I made the comment that came out as if I was perfect. He put me in my place by asking when are they coming to get me. Huh? Then he said, they hung the last perfect person 2000 years ago. That really shut me up. I have used that comment since and others respond to it like I did. And it shuts them up. Ask him to forgive me for making the comment he could clean the fridge.
If you connect with Grandma Inger and Grandpa Tom, tell them Hi from me. Ask them to help open the doors to the family history. Tell Grandma Kjersti I think she is one fantastic lady. Her strength in coming from Norway with her sister and famly, moving away from them, becoming pregnant and being able to go on as a single parent for some time before she met Simon. What a lady!
Forgive me for messing with your stuffed animals. I don't remember it,but you did.
Know that I love you.
Your Sissy...Connie
