In The Fog

I feel like I am clumsily trying to make my way through a fog that I am expecting to lift sometime soon. As I try to maintain a “normal” schedule – tend to clients, attend meetings, keep up on the kids’ activities, pay attention to my husband, help my son with tax returns before late fees come into play, maintain an exercise routine, rally with friends, make meals, keep up with the house, etc… - my thoughts are constantly with my sister Cheryl as she lays in the ICU struggling to stay alive, be alive. My thoughts keep going back to our childhood days when we would play for hours with our neighbor friends and our Barbie dolls on the front lawn of our home in Anaheim. The trees would shade us from the hot sun as we pretended to live a perfect life with our perfect dolls. And then when the heat got unbearable, we would ask for permission to go swimming in our above ground pool where we would play Marco Polo for hours at a time hiding from each other, straining to peek to see where the other was hiding in attempt not to be the loser. Of course, I was always the one being accused of cheating and she was the one just checking to make sure the rest of us were not cheating! I am told that Cheryl is peeking again while being tested over and over again in the ICU as the staff is accessing her consciousness. She barely opens her eyes as if to say “Stop it! What do you think you are doing? I am watching you!”
Three sisters-Cheryl, Patty, Linda

Who would have ever thought that my playmate, roommate, “grandma” (as my siblings fondly called her), sister for life, would have a life full of difficulties, deprived of the fullness that she expected. I expect her to fully recover, to be that sassy, bossy, Grandma (now to two beautiful boys), playful sister I once knew. May God Bless my sister and give her the life she deserves.

Balance = relationships - not tasks.


Cheryl and her husband Ray