After I confirmed my sister’s death, I needed to tell my mother and brother.
I don’t get along with either. I try and avoid my mother. I had not spoken with my brother since our father’s memorial service 22 years ago.
But, they deserved to know my sister had died.
My sister was 14 when my mother married my father, and their relationship was always stereotypical step-mother/step-daughter like, even if I’m sure my mother would resent my saying that.
So, I dialed that phone number I haven’t used since my father died in 2000. My phone says the following call was 3 minutes long. It seemed longer.
It turns out my cousin Carolyn has not yet died, but I thought she had at the time of this call.
I’m writing down what I remember for future reference.
( The phone call )