fbhjr

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 )

I know, I know, I wrote this one out a while ago...
http://www.phoenixswords.com/fbhjr2/costume.pdf

I've actually told this story before. (https://fbhjr.dreamwidth.org/1229204.html )

http://www.phoenixswords.com/fbhjr2/leaves.pdf

It's been more than 50 years now. I've never forgotten the feeling of flying through the air on the wind.
Of course, the wind doesn't seem to have forgotten either and still chases me around.
http://www.phoenixswords.com/fbhjr2/wind.pdf

I never did figure out this one. Why tell me a lie about a swamp on the other side of town when there were ones literally in our back yard...
http://www.phoenixswords.com/fbhjr2/swamp.pdf