Mom, Dianne, Dad and Michelle in East Texas, 1946
Life has been a difficult lately. My only and younger sister Michelle suffered a massive stoke over the weekend and died last night, never regaining consciousness. I notified as many people as I could via Facebook where I have friends and relatives, but thought I would catch up with my blog friends today.
I’m still housebound from a cold from hell. I’m not sleeping well as I cough and snort all night keeping David, the dogs and me awake. But enough about me.
My sister and I were born in Texas during WWII. As children we traveled many places as our parents moved from place to place, finally settling us for a while in North Carolina.
Michelle and I were each other’s best friend for many years. Although I ran off and married as a teenager, my sister finished high school and High Point College where she earned a degree in art. Later she attended the University of Tennessee and obtained another degree. After she graduated, she traveled to England where she lived for a year or so, and worked and traveled.
Aunt Marge on Furlo from the Army with Dianne, Dad and Michelle. Brunswick Georgia, 1946.
Michelle and David standing before our grandparents home in Fondulac ,Wisconsin. 1997
David with Michelle and Aunt Marge, Sheboygan, WI. 1999
At some point Michelle earned a degree in library science because before she retired from her career as a teacher, my sister worked as a librarian in a high school in Baton Rouge LA.
The remarkable thing about my sister is that she suffered with Epilepsy her entire life. As a child she had many epileptic seizures in church and elsewhere. As an adult, at times, she found it difficult to obtain work, because people often discriminate against the afflicted. The doctors finally found a drug to address her epileptic seizures when she was in high school.
A decade or so ago she was diagnosed with a blood cancer. She almost died, but massive does of chemo put her in remission. However, the chemo left her frail with neuropathy in her limbs. She eventually wore braces on her legs so she could walk.
Because her drug to control epilepsy was sometimes hard to obtain, she let it lapse occasionally, and had one last epileptic seizure a few years ago when coworkers found her passed out in her car. She lost her last job because she could no longer drive.
Through all this, my sister remained devoted to her faith continuing to sing in her church choir. Never regaining consciousness from the stroke this weekend, she died Sunday evening at Our Lady of the Lake Catholic Hospital in Baton Rouge. If anyone makes it to the heavenly choir, I am sure she did.