|Lynn's 3 best friends, Teresa, Amy and Deanna|
There will be a memorial service this Saturday, October 30, 2010, for my sister Lynn. The tombstone with her photo was finally completed and placed on her grave. Photos will be coming. I wish I could go but I've been home to Iowa several times this year and it is expensive every time I go. So, instead, I've written something that I hope one of my family members will read.
It's been 8 months and 6 days since the day we received news that you were no longer with us.
I take that back. You are with us every day in our hearts and our thoughts. Sometimes I pick up the phone and think, "I need to call
." And then I remember. The phone call call would be super-long distance to the heavens. So if I can't call you, then I must go on memories to keep you with us. Lynn
Memory #1 - You were always an agile child. I remember one time when you fell asleep in the crib with your legs in the splits and your forehead planted on the mattress. Do you think you can still do that?
Memory #2 - I must apologize for making you yell bad words at Ronnie Rooks, the neighbor boy, when you were about 2 years old. But the look on your face was precious when Ronnie came running in the house and chased you down. Ronnie only meant to tease you. He was such a tease. But that was rotten of me. I'm sorry.
Memory #3 - Remember the time when you were about 8 years old and got caught stealing from the Hy Vee store? Luckily the manager knew the family and he told you to go home and have your parents call. Deana and I spent the day telling you how you were going to "get it" when Mom and Dad got home. You spent the whole day in nail-biting suspense of what was going to happen to you. I think that was punishment enough because I don't think you ever stole anything again in your life.
Memory #4 - Speaking of rotten older sisters, I have to make another apology. I'm sorry that Deana and I trained our dog Candy to attack you. You couldn't venture down the steps without the Maltese attack-dog ready to tear your socks apart. I don't think you owned a pair of socks without holes until sometime after your 18th birthday when the dog was finally too old and frail to attack.
Memory #5 - Pink. Your pink room, Your pink clothes. Your pink prom dress. I'm wearing your pink
shirt as I write this. But you are much prettier in pink than me. Iowa
Memory #6 - The Rick Springfield poster on your closet door. And the New Kids on the Block doll. It was Joey, wasn't it? I teased your mercilessly about that. But you didn't care. You had learned how to handle the teasing after the Hy Vee incident and dog attacking years.
Memory #7 - The Square D years. For 10 years we worked together and I saw you every day. I'll never forget the day you pulled me into the broom closet and showed me a piece of paper that said you were pregnant. I told you, "You're going to be a mommy!" I was so happy for you because I knew what a great mom you would be. And I was right.
Memory #8 - Your awesome decorating skills. Your eye for color and putting things together in a room. I wonder where Andrew got that skill from?
Memory #9 - All I need to say is "Pee Wee Herman..... Ha, ha."
Memory #10 - Your wicked sense of humor. I've got to be careful with this one because I can't divulge too much, but I know about that "something bad" you confessed to doing last February. Don't worry. I won't tell and neither will the others.