I have come to the end of this little journal. I think there is maybe one page spread left. I have been thinking about my beautiful sister, Jane, who died at a very early age with Alzheimer's 4 years ago this January. She was 8 years older. I was always looking at her and watching her as she put on her adorable matching Villager outfits to go to high school, as she was putting on her white wool cheerleading uniform with the big WP letters on the sweater... and as she grabbed her pom poms and skipped off to the football games. I watched as she teased her hair for the prom, and I watched as Mama zipped up the tight bodice of the most beautiful pale aqua
huge lacy prom dress, the zipper breaking and Mama whipping out needle and thread, sewing the dress up right on her back without a blink of the eye. All this as her date was waiting for her in the living room. I always ran and opened the front door when her dates came to pick her up (that was back in the day that they came and sat and waited in the living room with our Daddy.) She was a wonderful sister and I think that who I am today was shaped by her beauty, her humor and her style. I miss her terribly. It's ok though, she has a mind and body now that is healed, whole and new. Don't be sad. I'm sorry if I made you sad.
