Only Smiles - Remembering Judy

As you probably already know, my oldest sister, Judy, passed away on Tuesday, May 5. My nephew texted me the news just as I was boarding a plane to fly to Germany on a seven-day tour.

I had visited her three times over the previous four days. “Visit” is not quite an accurate word, as the only time she looked me in the face, with any sort of recognition, she exclaimed “Patti”, the name of our sister who had died in 1999.

Camping with Judy and Pat in 2013

So, we all knew she was dying and only had days left. She’d been in hospice for a few months, Alzheimer’s having worn out her body as well as her brain.

My immediate family has dwindled another notch. When our parents die, we say we are an orphan. When it’s our spouse, we are a widow or widower. What do we call ourselves when a sibling dies? Or worse, when a child dies? 

Me with Val, Judy, and my niece Paula, in 2024. How is it that only two of us are left? 

It’s been a rough thirteen months. It was in April of last year that we realized my brother’s mental capability had deteriorated to the point that he could no longer live alone. He’s been in assisted living since July 1, and who knows how much longer he has.

With Judy and Tom, in 2024. 

But that’s the life of the youngest child in the family, I guess. The life of a mother, a sister, a daughter. The life of someone who just wants everyone to be happy and at peace.

Okay, but . . . what else can I say? I’m doing okay. I really am. And on Wednesday I promise to start sharing stories and pictures of my trip to Germany. No more tears, only smiles.

This gem was from 1991, a Christmas present for Mom and Dad

Us girls with Mom at my cousin's wedding in 1981. Yikes!