I have many fond memories of my sister Debbie who was mentally handicapped and died in her 27 year of life. When the weather turns unbearable like it is now I remember this day.
One hot day in July I walked in the back door of my parent home and Debbie was standing at the kitchen sink throwing cold water on her face and hair. Mother came in the other door and told Debbie to stop throwing water all over the floor seems mama had all ready run her out of the bathroom where she had been doing the same thing.
Debbie said it's just a little cold water. In fairness to my mother it was dangerous thing because my mother was cripple and she might slip and fall on the wet floor. I thought Debbie had the right idea tho..
Now when I get hot I go take a cool shower and mama isn't around to tell me to stop.
About Me
- patsy
- born in arkansas, lived here all my life, 75 years old. keep chickens and I like to read.
4 comments:
Your love for Debbie shines through everytime you write about her. It must have made her feel wonderful to be loved like that.
She loved us in return. She was very giving. She love the little babies the most.
i saw janet today. she didn't know who i was! i reminded her.
Debbie knew how to take care of herself in the heat, didn't she!
I always think that those who have died live again in those moments that they are remembered and spoken of.
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