By Olivia Lee Stogner
We were talking about death and about angels. My sister, Suzie, told the story of holding the two month old, quiet, little, breathless body and rocking her. Suzie held her, even though she was gone.
She asked, “Do you get tired of hearing my hospital stories, about my year as a chaplain?”
“No,” I answered. “Of course not. I love the way you wear your heart on your sleeve.”
Me…I wear mine buried under layers of vintage and “on sale,” balanced by certified Fair Trade accessories. Those make me feel better about the “on sale,” but the truth is the same. She wears her heart and I, too often, cover mine.
When she told me, woke me, a few months earlier, at six in the morning with, “They think Mom has cancer,” what did I do? I did everything I was supposed to do. I gasped, I cried, and then I went to work. Later I made phone calls, I sent messages, I gave updates, I graded papers, graded papers, graded papers, folded clothes when I could, got up and did it all again. [Read the rest of this entry...]