www.flickr.comSo the whole practice run for the eventual old lady house for Loie and Nanny didn't work out. The toll house has been abandoned, along with our dream of a perfect summer together, but all was not lost.
I think that there's a treasure chest in each of our hearts where we store our hopes and dreams and maybe even relics of things we've lost. So while the plans and dreams of a magical summer in Shepherdstown had to be tossed, the best part is that a sister relationship was put to the test and into the fiery furnace, tempered and pulled taut but not broken, strained but, in the end, hopefully stronger than it was before. Walking through the fire is never easy, but sometimes you gotta' do it to get to the other side where it's safe.
The short-term plans didn't work out, and I told Loie that maybe we have to wait until we both have a touch of dementia before we can live together in perfect harmony, but one thing I know for sure: my sister loves me, and I love my sister. And our oldest sister loves us both -- and right back at you, Rita Ann. What could be a greater treasure than that?
I'm wrapping it in tissue paper and tucking it into my treasure chest where the rare and valuable things in life always go. Strength through adversity, right?
2 comments:
I wish I felt stronger for it, Nanny. I feel pretty much like falling on my face at the moment, and so far have been unable to see the good of the experience. Too scary!
I know. I know. I'm trying to salvage something from the whole lousy experience. Maybe we should call a spade a spade and just say it sucked. :(
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