My older sister spent the night here last night. She was in town for a friend's party, so she slept here after. It's always fun when one of my sisters is around. We basically have the exact same sense of humor as one another, and more or less break into improv comedy rantings and crack up like idiots laughing at our own "jokes" that only a very select few of our friends might be able to keep up with and understand.
This morning, she was sitting outside watching my boys on the swingset and chatting with my 4 year old about life, and swings, and how 2 year olds have a hard time sharing. Typical conversation topics with him. Then, he started telling her that his Aunt Noreen went to Heaven because her blood was sick, and now she has a good strong body with wings in Heaven. He went on to tell her about the few times that we got balloons at the store so we could send them up to Aunt "Reen" in Heaven to make her happy.
I teared up immediately and did my best not to let it show. It suddenly became very very real to me about the Fact that Noreen really is gone. Noreen, who was every bit the doting and gushing Aunt to my boys that my sisters are to them. I'm sad for the boys for not having her in their lives. I'm sad for me for not having her to talk to about everything from parenting tips, to crying to her about her brother and us both wishing he would do better and praying to Saint Jude for his hopeless self. I was sad for John and his other 4 siblings who loved her, and loved being around her every bit as much as I love my own sisters. It was a slap in the face. I've been waiting for it to start to really feel real. This morning it did.
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