To Vanessa, Tino, and the nieces and nephews,
Hi from the chilly, nether regions of New Zealand, icebox Tokoroa.
I don't know how many times I've written this one post, I started last night, deleted it all and then started again tonight. It just seems like everything I needed and wanted to say was said so much better by someone else, (thanks Raewyn and Koni!) and pales in comparison. So I suppose I'll just say it.
Tino, I'm hoping that all goes well with your test results, if there's one thing that we were brought up to believe, it is that out there in the great beyond is someone who really cares about us,
Vanessa had it right, pray and prayer works wonders, it works miracles too.
A memory that came to mind when I was thinking about our childhood is when you were about 4 or 5 and had a problem with your bowel, you had to have major surgery (the scars which you still carry today) I remember coming with mum and dad to visit you, and when we came to your room you were lying in the bed helpless and crying out because you didn't understand why your body hurt, and why they wouldn't feed you, that moment is still vivid. Reading Vanessas blog took me back to that moment in time, and I feel the same way now, as I did back then, All I could think was 'Not my brother, he's too young', I walked out of your room, with Mum and Dad comforting you and cried in the hallway, where no one could see me, I think the thing that got me most was that I didn't know how to make the hurt go away, I didn't know what to do.
30 years down the track and I feel like the helpless 9 year old in the hospital corridor, and I don't know what to do, I sit at the computer, and as I type each letter, each word, I cry. I cry for the lost years, the sparse phone calls, because I am too far away to do anything, because I feel helpless, because I feel I should be doing more, I cry because I lost the piece of paper that had your phone number on it (stupid thing is at work!) and all I want to do is hear your voice. I know you'll tell me don't be stupid, but it's what you do when you love someone, you do and say stupid things.
Vanessa, Koni (constantly teased for not doing well in English at high school, and sometimes saying things that make you think 'what the...?') has said so eloquently what I have spent the last 2 days to attempt to write. All I can say is ditto.
Vanessa, Tino, and the Kids
Love you much, Praying and keeping the faith,
Your Sister (and Auntie)
Mata
x o x