The Death of A Friend and The Arrival of A Sister
My sister is here
My sister is here
My sister is here
I am really thrilled and excited. It is so good to see her. As I type this she is asleep in my bedroom (jet lag) despite the fact that we have other guests over for Easter. I am happy though because it gives me the chance to hide out in here with her.
She couldn't have chosen a better time to come. She's keeping me sane. I say this because on Thursday I found out that one of my former housemates here in London died.She was 29. And she was the person I liked most in the house. I had my room-warming sound clash with her. When I wanted to go home in the earlies and was feeling homesick she would talk and make me feel better. I spent as much time in her room as in mine, lying on her floor, talking about any and every thing.
I just read the descriptions of everyone from when I first moved into the house. My opinion of every one has changed with time, except my opinion of her. I will always remember her as a live wire. She was full of energy, always. And such a good person, a really good heart. She loved and cared about people. And she was smart and focused on her education. She was always saying to me "Dana you are too smart not to be working towards your PhD. You are just coasting on your natural intelligence. You are wasting your God-given talents and you need to go to school" She was in school, doing her Masters in Psychodynamic Therapy and Counselling. She worked so hard and she was so focused. And now, she's dead.
Even though I have written her family a condolence card, part of me still doesn't believe she is dead. My mother was telling me and she said her first and last name and I heard her but it was like my brain couldn't process it, couldn't make sense of what she was telling me. I called another name, another Ria we know just hoping. And then I called her back just to make sure. And then I cried for the rest of the day.
And I woke up the next morning feeling like crap. But then I remembered:
My sister is coming
My sister is coming
My sister is coming
I kept myself busy, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Putting all the emotions of the death into scrubbing and dusting and washing and vaccuuming. By the end of the day my whole body hurt. But I felt better and then the next day. She came.
And now my sister is here and regardless of everything that has happened, it is impossible for me to feel anything but happy.
My sister is here
My sister is here
I am really thrilled and excited. It is so good to see her. As I type this she is asleep in my bedroom (jet lag) despite the fact that we have other guests over for Easter. I am happy though because it gives me the chance to hide out in here with her.
She couldn't have chosen a better time to come. She's keeping me sane. I say this because on Thursday I found out that one of my former housemates here in London died.She was 29. And she was the person I liked most in the house. I had my room-warming sound clash with her. When I wanted to go home in the earlies and was feeling homesick she would talk and make me feel better. I spent as much time in her room as in mine, lying on her floor, talking about any and every thing.
I just read the descriptions of everyone from when I first moved into the house. My opinion of every one has changed with time, except my opinion of her. I will always remember her as a live wire. She was full of energy, always. And such a good person, a really good heart. She loved and cared about people. And she was smart and focused on her education. She was always saying to me "Dana you are too smart not to be working towards your PhD. You are just coasting on your natural intelligence. You are wasting your God-given talents and you need to go to school" She was in school, doing her Masters in Psychodynamic Therapy and Counselling. She worked so hard and she was so focused. And now, she's dead.
Even though I have written her family a condolence card, part of me still doesn't believe she is dead. My mother was telling me and she said her first and last name and I heard her but it was like my brain couldn't process it, couldn't make sense of what she was telling me. I called another name, another Ria we know just hoping. And then I called her back just to make sure. And then I cried for the rest of the day.
And I woke up the next morning feeling like crap. But then I remembered:
My sister is coming
My sister is coming
My sister is coming
I kept myself busy, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Putting all the emotions of the death into scrubbing and dusting and washing and vaccuuming. By the end of the day my whole body hurt. But I felt better and then the next day. She came.
And now my sister is here and regardless of everything that has happened, it is impossible for me to feel anything but happy.
posted by Dana - W for Whatever at 1:33 PM
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