My Blog

Since the name of my blog infers that I am the baby sister I want to share some of the things that happen as the youngest child.

Your oldest sister is mean to you if you say ANYTHING at all to her that she doesn't like. If your middle sister said the same thing, not a problem. But if the baby sister says it OMG How dare you intrude on my life!! The middle sister will never get over being the middle sister. I have come to realize it is who she is and that's OK.

They both resent me because I am the youngest (my feelings not their words). they wore my parents in so I got away with more and was able to do more mature things at a younger age. (ie. get away with a ton of crap)My eldest sister was the first to marry. A guy that my parents didn't approve of but he grew on us. (Now after they are dead and she has 2 babies with him, she decides that my parents were right...UGH) I was the first one to have a baby at 19 yrs old. Oh boy did that set the ball rolling for some serious pissed off sibs. Then married my baby Daddy (LMBO, never thought I would be able to say that)(PS They didn't like my hubby either)Bought a home and had another child.

Things were great for the most part. Until we lost our Mom & Dad. My father died on his Birthday 11-1-2000. He was 57. After we lost him things were tough but we had our Mom to take care of. My middle sister was living at my parents to help my Mom take care of my Dad and his bout with Cancer. Thank God she lived there!!! Well not long after Dad died Mom was getting sick a lot and the Doctor said she was depressed. Well DUHH the man she has loved since 14 years of age is dead!! But Mom's know when things aren't right. She pressed on and they told her she had diverticulitis, HMMM Ok. My anniversary rolls around and I asked mom to cover for me at the office. (I now own her Insurance business, so we worked together) I came in on that day and she asked me to take her to the ER. OK fine, but you are overreacting Mom. Your just not feeling well. We were in there for some time and then they were admitting her. We went up to her room. THE CANCER FLOOR. Oh hell no. I flipped I told them she doesn't have cancer. We just spent the last 2 yrs in and out of this floor with my Dad. It wasn't healthy for her to be on that floor. She doesn't have cancer. They explained it was the only bed available in the hospital. OMG I was super pissed. My mom told me to zip it and that she was fine with it. Well the next few days SUCKED. The doctor came in and told us she was dying and had Cancer. There was nothing they could do and she has 3-6 mts. Are you KIDDING ME? We just lost our dad. Your wrong. She is not going to die! We took her home and all 3 of us stayed with her. Fast forward 4 months 8-30-2002 56 years young! She died with us standing around her bed, in her home, where she had a happy family for so many years.....We were so very sad. My daughter at the time was 6. She had already been through losing my dad with me. Now I was losing my Mom. She is so going to need therapy. She asked me why I was so upset and mad? I was being selfish she told me, that Nannie and poppie need to be together, Nannie was in pain and missed Poppie. That I shouldn't be so selfish! OK she was 6 what the heck, smart little lady! She was so right. But it didn't make the pain any less. We as sisters were orphaned.

I know a lot of people piss moan and complain about taking care of their parents in their old age. It isn't easy I'm sure. I just wish I had the chance to see them grow old. I miss them so much!

There is so many more layers to that story. Someday I will get into it. But that's all for now.
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