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Because I Love My Sister...
Sunrise February 3, 1983
Sunset April 28, 2014
This blog is in dedication to my little Sister Victoria Morales. She was the Mother of two beautiful daughters who are in the healing process of losing their Mother at the very young ages of 8 and 3 years...
Playing Barbies was a regular thing that me and my Sister would do when we were little. I was about 7 years old and she about 3 years old. One of the best presents that we ever received was getting a Barbie dream house for Christmas. We were living in Panama on the Albrook Air Force Base where my Father was stationed.
On Christmas morning, we came downstairs and I remember seeing so many Christmas presents around the tree. When our parents were married, it seemed like we had endless amounts of presents. Of all the presents sitting under the tree that morning, the present I remember most was getting was the Barbie dream house. It was pink and white. It had realistic looking background pictures and tons of furniture pieces to set up around the dream house. And the best feature was that it had an elevator. For a kid in the 80s, that was something really special to have. An elevator!
We had a nice collection of Barbies including Skipper and Ken. But our favorite Barbie was one that we named Yvonne (after our Mother) because it looked just like her. She had beautiful chocolate skin and the best thing of all, an afro. I LOVED combing her afro. Vikki and I would create some of the best Barbie and Ken moments.
One moment in particular still makes me laugh till this day. I don’t remember the full story but I do remember that “Mommy” Barbie was so sad about something and decided to drink the oil from under her Barbie convertible. Yeah, for some reason we made “Mommy” Barbie a little suicidal that day. I even remember the both of us crying. Crying! We got so emotionally involved in our story that we both ended up crying. Wow.
We played a lot together. She was my playmate as well as my Sister. We created some of the best games together. Our imaginations were limitless and there was never a dull moment when the two of played together. I want to have kids so that they can play together the way me and my baby Sis did.
We came by to see you twice this week. The first time it was wet from the rain so everything was muddy. I carried Jordin on my back. We were determined to visit you, with or without muddy shoes.
The second time we came by, we cleaned your headstone and walked around to check out who some of your neighbors were. Jordin was so strong and didn’t cry. She seemed happy to be there. She helped me clean your headstone. It was therapeutic for us. Mommy had some time to just be with you while Jordin and I walked around looking for Mama Corrine. We didn’t see her. Hopefully we find her the next time we visit you.
Sometimes I just want to scream out how much I miss you.
And sometimes I want to use every cuss word in the dictionary times ten to express it.
This isn’t fair. Some things just aren’t as fun to me anymore because you’re not here. We shared so much together and I didn’t even realize it until you were gone.
It’s not fair that you’re not here.
Last night I hugged you in my dreams! It was so cool because I felt you hugging back. We were together visiting a church. It was a weird church but I didn’t care because I was hugging you and telling you how much I missed you.
Speaking of weird churches, I was thinking about that time Aunt Dawn took us and Amanda to visit that church in Charlotte. I don’t remember the religious affiliation. Pentecostal? Methodist? Baptist? I have no idea. But I remember it was a service dedicated to youth. The preacher insisted that he put his hand on the forehead of children and they can laugh the devil out. You were so young and so little. You were right by my side just as freaked out as I was.
The preacher insisted that we all come to the altar to remove the demons through the touch of his hand and laughter. One by one, kids were falling to the floor and just laughing uncontrollably. The preacher came up to you and me. I remember you being stuck to my side. He asked us our names, put his hand on my forehead, and when we didn’t “laugh out the devil.” He kept saying “stop putting the brakes on. you have to accelerate and laugh out the devil.” I don’t remember us having the devil in us to laugh him out. You and I faked some laughs and then realized we were laughing at how ridiculous this situation was. Those kids scared us. It was like a deleted scene from “Children of the Corn” or “Village of the Damned”. I’m so glad Auntie got us out of there quick. That was the last time we visited another church together.
I woke up this morning in a bit of a funky mood…again. I had a dream that you and I were hanging out together in this beautiful apartment building in Europe. We were just walking around like normal and we visited some of the people that lived in the building. Then I left, came back and I couldn’t find you. I had no idea where you were but I kept looking for you. As I tried to remember what apartment we were visiting, I got into an elevator that was the size of an entire office. Actually it was an office. A front desk to be exact and it took us to the different floors but I couldn’t find you. I remember being so upset because I knew that couldn’t leave without you. I’ve notice every time I dream about you at some point you’re gone. Then I wake up and I’m upset. I think I’m more upset because I want to go back to sleep so that I can find you again and my body just won’t allow me to fall back asleep like that. Sometimes I’d rather be asleep most of the day and spend more time with you. I look forward to my dreams because I often hope you’ll be there waiting for me so we can go out on an adventure. I take what I can get since you’ve been gone.
Today was my first day back in the gym and on the treadmill since the day you passed away. I didn’t realize how emotional getting on the treadmill would ever be. Before you passed away, my only fear of being on the treadmill was just falling off. I’m happy to say that never happened. But I also had this guilty feeling of being on the treadmill again.
That morning of April 28th, I was in the ship gym and I ran on the treadmill too. I had been using a running app on my phone so that I can improve my running since that was one of my goals for 2014. That morning I remember being so proud of myself because I increased my speed from 6.0 to 7.0 in a matter of two weeks. When we ported in St Thomas, I celebrated by eating at McDonald’s. I’m sure I could’ve found a better way to celebrate. But you know me, I’m very untraditional sometimes. I constantly replay in my head hearing Mommy’s voice telling me that you were at the gym, on the treadmill, you passed out, and you were “unresponsive”. Only hours ago that day, I was on the treadmill then eating at McDonald’s celebrating my success and there you were slipping away. You and I had similar fitness goals in two different places. I got to finish my workout. You never got to finish yours.
As I had this small panic attack while warming up on the treadmill, I heard a voice in my heart telling me “to finish it for her”. God is so good. So I mustered up my courage and put my fears behind me and I finished that run for you V. When I got tired and wanted to quit, all I could think was “finish it for Vikki”. That’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to finish this run for you. I know what you were trying to do. I know what you wanted to do. And you never got to do it. So your Big Sis is going to finish it for you.
I dreamt about you today. We did a lot of shopping. Money wasn’t an issue. Time wasn’t a factor. We were our content selves just enjoying each other’s company. I saw you standing in line of the fitting room and to you I said “You look beautiful”. You smiled and said “thank you”. But you did. You really looked beautiful. You looked healthy, happy, and you glowed. And I watched you stand in the line and then you were gone.
I was happy to see you in my dreams. When I woke up, the reality of you not being there only made me cry and more sad. I want to see you in my dreams more. Almost as if you never died. I want us to do the things we said we would do. I want to show you something funny and be the one to put the smile on your face. It always made me feel like I was doing the right thing when I made you smile. I miss your laugh.
When I got my hair cut, I thought about how you would grab my hair, then examine it, and tell me it looks cute. Then knowing you, you would lecture me about taking good care of it. So that it can grow out really pretty like yours. And as usual, you would donate some of the products you have to me and give me recommendations of where to purchase products that you weren’t ready to give up to me. You were my younger Sister but you treated me like you were the older Sis. I always liked that. I really did.
I feel like I’m walking around with something missing. Like I’m forgetting something. When you passed away, there was this huge hole left in my heart. I’ve heard people say this. I never knew what it really meant until now. I’m working on dealing better with this pain. I know you wouldn’t want me to be unhappy or upset. I think about you and how you would sass me about “getting it together”. “Get ya mind right” you would probably say to me. I’m working on it Sis. I love you.
Right around this time I would be FaceTiming with you. I’d show you all the cool stuff around here. I would be sending you pictures via text message and like always, I would try to sell you the idea of vacationing here in Atlantis. You’re on my mind all day, everyday. I love you Kiddo.
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How is my mother related to her sister?
How is my mother related to her sister?
My mother had an older sister. They were very close. Sadly, her sister died young, before me and my siblings were born. Her sister was married but she and her husband didn’t have kids. After her death, her widowed husband remained close to the family.
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What kind of Church does my sister go to?
What kind of Church does my sister go to?
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