Stories of Lost Child
Siblings
Judy
by Kathy Dolan, Bellefontaine, U.S.A.
My sister Judy was 27 years old when she died in a car wreck. She had moved back to Ohio in Feb. of 1986. We (the family) were all living in Houston Tx. She decided to make a new start by going back home. She had left Ohio in 1976 by running away. No one heard from her for 2 years and then she contacted the family. My dad packed up and moved to La. She said there was jobs there. Things were ok for awhile but she had let alcohol take hold of her. It ruled her life. Nothing anyone said or did helped. She picked the wrong men. Ones who wanted to hurt her and did. She always wanted kids but never could have them. She always took her neices and nephews as her own. She loved kids. The last man she was with is why she returned to Ohio. To make a new start. To get away. But God had other plans. She had a new life with a new man and it was looking good. But on Aug.16, 1986 that life ended. She supposedly went left of center on a curve and hit another car. No speed was involved. Both cars were going 55. The other car's driver survived with little damage. The car she was driving broke in half. She died instantly I hope. When I saw her in the funeral home it was the first time I'd seen her since she left Tx. They had to rebuild everything because my Dad insisted on an open casket. I had the crazy hope that maybe it was someone else. I know it sounds mean because that would mean someone else had lost a loved one. But she was my only sister. Why am I telling you this? Because my sister and I fought. They were stupid things. Things sisters say and do. I never told her how much I loved her, and believed in her. I assumed she'd always be there. I never apologized before she left. I never thought to apologize. I just didn't think. I have lost that chance. That's why I'm telling you this. Yes, we love our sisters, brothers, moms and dads and other family, but we need to tell them all the time. You never let it go for long. You never know. We wouldn't be human without the anger we feel and other emotions but we have to get past that. When you go to sleep at night without saying you're sorry you may not get that chance tomorrow. I know first hand what's it's like to not be able to say "I'm sorry". I hope that Judy knows I did and do love her. I miss her and wish she were here. Judy and I were two very differant people. She grew faster than me. She wanted something that she couldn't find. Maybe matured is the right word. She matured faster. I was jealous of her. She was slender with blue/black hair and olive skin. She took after my Mom. I was totally opposite. Short, over-weight and light skinned with reddish hair. The boys flocked to her and I was the shy one that guys ignored (for obvious reasons) for her. So I had a problem that I took out on her. That I never said I'm sorry. At the funeral home was way to late. Please, love your sisters and loved ones like it's your last day with them. You never know, it might be. My Dad has since joined her in Heaven. But on her Monument he had this inscription put on the back: A ROSE BEYOND THE WALL; BLOOMS JUST AS FAIR. Thank-you for reading this and if anyone wants to talk, my e-mail is tommie@2access.net Kat.
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