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A very recent picture of my sister |
She was my sister. We fought like cats and dogs throughout our childhood. We had very different approaches to things. My mom and dad said that when they asked the two of us to do something, I would argue, fight, scream and complain--and do it. Suzie would remain silent--and not do it. Needless to say, I was always the one in trouble.
As adults, there were many years when we weren't close. We were geographically separated--after she was done with Don's moving about the country in the Navy she never left Springfield, while I moved to Oregon and then Washington. More important, however, we disagreed about a lot of things--our politics could not have been more different. Then I divorced and left the LDS church, while Suzie always remained close to the church.
When I retired in February 2012, just before I moved to the Philippines, I went back to visit mom and Suzie and Steve. We had a nice time. Suzie was complaining of kidney pain--she was pretty sure she was suffering a recurrence of kidney stones--little did we know that it was really the first symptom of the disease that took her life. Suzie was very supportive of my move to the Philippines and of my decision to marry Mexica. It meant a lot to Mexica that she was accepted and loved by my sister, brother and mom.
Finally, as things were clearly drawing to an end, I traveled back to Massachusetts in January 2013 and spent a lot of time with Suzie. We went through photo albums and talked about the memories they brought back to us of vacations, cousins, our grandparents, summers on Brentwood Street, etc. It was a good time. I'm so glad I made that final trip back to see her and had a chance to spend meaningful time with her.
Suzie was a great sister. She leaves three strong and good sons and grandchildren who love her. It says volumes about her that the ex-wife of one of her sons cared for her right to the end. She was loved my many and I will miss her forever.