Dear Friends, This has been among my most painful weeks to endure. Many tender (and not so tender) memories that have come to mind have included several of you. For that I am grateful.
My sister, Renee, is not a person who leaves a loud legacy that waves through the media causing millions of people to stop and gasp with sadness for the worlds great loss. She never married, or had children. She didn't publish books, impact science, cut records or win a Nobel prize. Renee's contributions have come in whispers (and sometimes not) through those that have had the great fortune to know her.
One of my biggest awes has been my sister's remarkable and unique ability to make me see things that I, otherwise, could not. Paramount moments in my life, those ahhh haaa moments that Ms Opera has talked about, were often triggered by NeeNee who was a quiet catalyst in her own natural and non-intended way. I absolutely cannot imagine myself and my life without her and am ever so thankful that she has had two handfuls of quality years with Julius (and he with her.) What fortune.
It is said that trust is a thing earned. Usually. But trust is also something with which we are born. A simple matter of infant dependency. My sister's trust in me (and mine in her) existed before either of us could talk and it has never wavered through the years. Renee has counted on me to be there when I say I will, to speak on her behalf when necessary and to make the best decisions I can for her. Never did she consider, even for a moment, that I would do anything less. The thought simply did not cross her mind.
On Sunday, March 24th Renee's breathing tube will be removed.