On March 13th, My older sister, Geraldine Mayo, age 52, died of colon cancer. She had been fighting it for a year now. But the disease was not caught fast enough, so even with being gutted like a fish and taking chems that left her bald and weak as a kitten, she passed the veil into the next world.
When I was a boy, I remember how we would walk to the department stores and movies, she always took her 'lil bro', me, with her everywhere even when her friends said she was not 'cool' for doing so. The first time I ever saw the Jungle Book we stood in line for two hours waiting our turn to see it. Yet she never once complained about being 'tied down' by a younger sibling.
As we grew up, we also grew apart. She got into drugs and alcohol, where I got into history and the military. Of all of my other real brothers and sisters, she never treated me wrong. Unlike my brothers who robbed me blind every chance they got, Geraldine, or Gerri as she liked to be called, never did me wrong.
Needless to say, I was devastated when my mother called me and gave me the news that she was on her deathbed. I hopped onto a redeye to Tampa Florida to be by my sister in her last hours.
The thing that hurt the most and will continue to haunt me till the day I die is the fact that on her deathbed her final statement was,
"Where is my lil bro?"
She died before I could get down there.
If nothing else you take away from this is this, NEVER take for granted that a loved one will be there tomorrow. For you never know when the lord will call them home.
I apologise for my disappearance and hope you can forgive my sudden disappearance. I will be posting as soon as I finish this. I need to do something to take my mind away from the pain. So I will be probably making huge posts. As it looks now, the assault on Mariposa is going to be three huge posts.
Thorgrimm