This is from myjournal that I have been writing about " two sisters journey with Mr. A. (Alzheimer's) " I hope to write a book someday.
We are six years apart, almost seven. I am the short, skinny, blonde child and she is my only older sister. She is beautiful her hair is the color of caramel apple and she has hazel green eyes with flecks of brown. She has always kept a close eye on me while growing up in a very small town located in Arizona. It all started on our annual girls weekend. We had been planning it for weeks.. you know checking each and every detail with those early Saturday morning ritual phone calls. I got up early, showered , dressed and packed my bag and kept waiting for her to arrive at my door. Two hours passed, then three, then four.... She was not answering her cell phone at all and knowone was answering at her home. I left two messages there. I was beginning to having that anxious panic feeling inside as minutes passed by. I thought to myself, oh no, an accident where could she be? When finally, the door bell rang. There she stood, frail looking, frazzled and really not herself. I grabbed her for a hug and said, "where have you been sis, I have been so worried?" she grabbed me tight and said, " promise, you won't tell mom or dad" I said," okay..goofball. lets pinky promise." She said, " I dont know what happened before I knew it I was traveling west towards Disneyland on the freeway instead of coming East like I always do to Gilbert" and she began to cry. I said, "oh no, don't cry, you are safe now, but you silly girl you know I don't live in Disneyland.. we live in Gilbert?"
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This is from myjournal that I have been writing about " two sisters journey with Mr. A. (Alzheimer's) " I hope to write a book someday.
We are six years apart, almost seven. I am the short, skinny, blonde child and she is my only older sister. She is beautiful her hair is the color of caramel apple and she has hazel green eyes with flecks of brown. She has always kept a close eye on me while growing up in a very small town located in Arizona. It all started on our annual girls weekend. We had been planning it for weeks.. you know checking each and every detail with those early Saturday morning ritual phone calls. I got up early, showered , dressed and packed my bag and kept waiting for her to arrive at my door. Two hours passed, then three, then four.... She was not answering her cell phone at all and knowone was answering at her home. I left two messages there. I was beginning to having that anxious panic feeling inside as minutes passed by. I thought to myself, oh no, an accident where could she be? When finally, the door bell rang. There she stood, frail looking, frazzled and really not herself. I grabbed her for a hug and said, "where have you been sis, I have been so worried?" she grabbed me tight and said, " promise, you won't tell mom or dad" I said," okay..goofball. lets pinky promise." She said, " I dont know what happened before I knew it I was traveling west towards Disneyland on the freeway instead of coming East like I always do to Gilbert" and she began to cry. I said, "oh no, don't cry, you are safe now, but you silly girl you know I don't live in Disneyland.. we live in Gilbert?"
August 18, 2008 - 7:00pmThis Comment
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