I saw a new doctor, today. Having moved, it was time to become established with a healthcare provider. She asked me all the usual questions, but when she came to my family history, and she asked me if I have any sisters, I answered that I have one living and one deceased. My sister, Maeve, died on January 18, 2010. And then, out of nowhere, I started to cry – I mean really cry, rocking in the chair, wanting to scream into my purse, cry. When the kind lady left the room to allow me to compose myself, I threw up in the little sink in the examining room, and I’m not sure if I was more embarrassed over crying or throwing up. I finally got it together, and the Nurse Practitioner returned, allowing me my dignity, and then continued her intake questions as I mopped my eyes with a tissue.

I rarely cry since 9/11. But today, for some unknown reason, it was like a dart to the heart, and I don’t know why. The photo below was taken on Maeve’s First Holy Communion. I am on the left, Maeve is in the middle, and my surviving sister, Lynnie, is on the right.

All I know is that I missed both my sisters very badly in those moments, today.

We have no idea what tomorrow will bring – so choosing happiness is essential. I sometimes have to remind myself of that. And, that life still holds its beautiful and crimson moments, especially in the autumn leaves that are falling in the shadows of late afternoon.

Virginia, Maeve, & Lynnie 001

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

4 thoughts on “Intake”

  1. I came across your post through I’m so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine losing any of my sisters, but as we grow older, the inevitability of that (and losing our mother) becomes more and more real on a daily basis. I’m glad you were able to have a good cry, and sorry you had to go through it alone.


  2. I’m also so sorry for your loss and I hope that you are able to recover enough from it to be able to continue to communicate with her in the only way that you can now.
    Recalling good memories is sometimes the only way to comfort and to communicate with the dead or with the living beings that refuse to communicate with us.
    Intentional telepathic messages work for me and probably anyone else that practices such method.
    I hope you feel better. Best Wishes


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