Here's a timely story on topic.
My oldest sister died of miocarditis after a week of Hong Kong flu in 1969. She was age 11, dying in mom's arms before the Dr. could arrive. I was 6 and my other sister was 9. She and I sat in the den as the Dr., then dad, then the ambulance crew raced by. We said little and didn't fully understand until we heard mom's cries. Then, the ambulance crew rolled Dorynda past us. We knew she was under the sheet.
We lived in that house another 3 years. Virginia slept in the room where Dorynda died. Mom retreated into valium and trips to the emergency room. Virginia's personality changed. She became the bossy, over-achiever. The carefree prankster was gone. Dad worked long hours and drank. I felt as if I'd lost every family member but Dorynda. She was still there, hanging over us, forever standing by the piano in a white dress, holding a rose after her recital, and the others were gone.
No. I would not spend a single night in that house.
My oldest sister died of miocarditis after a week of Hong Kong flu in 1969. She was age 11, dying in mom's arms before the Dr. could arrive. I was 6 and my other sister was 9. She and I sat in the den as the Dr., then dad, then the ambulance crew raced by. We said little and didn't fully understand until we heard mom's cries. Then, the ambulance crew rolled Dorynda past us. We knew she was under the sheet.
We lived in that house another 3 years. Virginia slept in the room where Dorynda died. Mom retreated into valium and trips to the emergency room. Virginia's personality changed. She became the bossy, over-achiever. The carefree prankster was gone. Dad worked long hours and drank. I felt as if I'd lost every family member but Dorynda. She was still there, hanging over us, forever standing by the piano in a white dress, holding a rose after her recital, and the others were gone.
No. I would not spend a single night in that house.
