Just finished hard talk #547 with the palliative care team. Seems like we're getting closer and closer to the elephant in the room. Pretty sad shit. How this is happening so close to Mom's death, I will never understand. Anyway, we're getting closer to the end of Craig's life and he's not ready yet. I'm not ready yet. It's got me thinking and reminiscing about our childhood together; how we'd play Star Wars and run around in our underoos pretending to be superheros. When I was looking at some old pictures of us, I was reminded how much I used to follow him around as a little girl. Cub scouts, I was there in the background. Star Wars theme birthday parties, I had my cape, too. When Craig was dressed in full-on Wookie-wonder for Halloween, there I was, cinnamon roll buns on my head as Lea. Methinks I was probably NOT invited, but there I was anyway, the ultimate pesky little sister, relishing being in Craig's shadow. I still feel that way for the most part. Can never tell if he likes me being around or is just tolerating my presence, but it doesn't really matter. Pesky little sisters don't care about those minor details ,)
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P.S. I didn't include Jill and Erin in the above memories for several reasons. A) they are hardly the stand-in the shadow types. B) they were usually beating the both of us up. C) I'm still resentful about the numerous purple-nurples and choke holds. So you can write your own memories, J and E. Ha-rumph!
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