Grand Theft Ellie... One year ago today, at this very moment
I left work and started to drive home. While on my ride, I got a phone call from dad explaining that mom was going to have surgery, and she had only a 50% chance of making it through this time. While I was driving, I started to cry and soon that crying turned to sobbing. I sobbed so hard that I had to pull over.
When I finally made it home, I told you what dad told me, exactly as he told me. I could barely make it through the words. When that happened you held my hand, hugged me and told me everything would be OK. When I couldn't cope you took care of me. Though you were feeling the same fear, you pushed it aside to help me.
When I couldn't breath in fear I would lose my mother, you were the stronger one. I had never been so scared in my life, and you were the only person I could turn to. I know my friends would have been there. I know Aimee would have helped me in a heartbeat, anytime at all, but only you could understand what I was going through.
The thing about sisters is we are the same. We are made of the same two people, the same family, the same blood. Though we don't look the same, or sound the same, or even think the same, but our hearts are forever bound together in a way that NOBODY else can be. There is nobody else in this world who shares what we have. There are only the two of us, from those two people and to me, that means that no matter what, you and I understand each other like nobody ever will. Mom and Dad and even Ronnie are still never going to know what it feels like to be us. There may be other Hennessey girls, but did you know that we are the only set of full Hennessey sisters alive today?
One year later, mom is home, safe and healthy. Though I wouldn't repeat the experience of her surgery again, I wouldn't trade that moment with you. When mom woke up from her surgery you called on my phone. I was standing in the CICU of Christ Hospital, the hospital we were born in, and my phone rang. My ringtone was "Dance Dance" and when it rang mom lifted her head and bobbed it back and forth, dancing as much as she could after a quadruple bypass, imitating the two of us acting silly in the kitchen all those times because she knew you were the one calling.
Thank you for waking her up. Thank you for being my sister and my friend.
I love you, I am proud of you, and I don't care if the whole world can read this. I guess everyone should know what my little sister means to me.
Always, down to the mole on our collarbones,
Airie
PS.
I do not love you just because you are beautiful. And you are not just beautiful because I love you. I love you. And, dammit, you really are just incredibly beautiful. ♥ Erin
When I finally made it home, I told you what dad told me, exactly as he told me. I could barely make it through the words. When that happened you held my hand, hugged me and told me everything would be OK. When I couldn't cope you took care of me. Though you were feeling the same fear, you pushed it aside to help me.
When I couldn't breath in fear I would lose my mother, you were the stronger one. I had never been so scared in my life, and you were the only person I could turn to. I know my friends would have been there. I know Aimee would have helped me in a heartbeat, anytime at all, but only you could understand what I was going through.
The thing about sisters is we are the same. We are made of the same two people, the same family, the same blood. Though we don't look the same, or sound the same, or even think the same, but our hearts are forever bound together in a way that NOBODY else can be. There is nobody else in this world who shares what we have. There are only the two of us, from those two people and to me, that means that no matter what, you and I understand each other like nobody ever will. Mom and Dad and even Ronnie are still never going to know what it feels like to be us. There may be other Hennessey girls, but did you know that we are the only set of full Hennessey sisters alive today?
One year later, mom is home, safe and healthy. Though I wouldn't repeat the experience of her surgery again, I wouldn't trade that moment with you. When mom woke up from her surgery you called on my phone. I was standing in the CICU of Christ Hospital, the hospital we were born in, and my phone rang. My ringtone was "Dance Dance" and when it rang mom lifted her head and bobbed it back and forth, dancing as much as she could after a quadruple bypass, imitating the two of us acting silly in the kitchen all those times because she knew you were the one calling.
Thank you for waking her up. Thank you for being my sister and my friend.
I love you, I am proud of you, and I don't care if the whole world can read this. I guess everyone should know what my little sister means to me.
Always, down to the mole on our collarbones,
Airie
PS.
I do not love you just because you are beautiful. And you are not just beautiful because I love you. I love you. And, dammit, you really are just incredibly beautiful. ♥ Erin