It's a word from an I Love Lucy episode. My sister Louise and I loved watching the reruns when we grew up in the 1960s, long before sitcoms were rerun with any regularity. Almost two weeks ago, my sister died suddenly. She did not suffer. It's those of us who are still here and have to live without her who are suffering.
We haven't lived in the same place since the 1970s when I went off to college. We talked on the phone. We laughed on the phone. She could have me in stitches in five seconds flat. All I had to say was that I was feeling Dauncey and she would send me a huge dose of humor.
Well I am feeling so Dauncey now and there is no one who can make me feel better. Louise, I miss you so much and I know my life will never be the same.
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