Here’s To You, Sister.

It’s been awhile since Meg posted, and she has a good reason. She’s has writer’s block and angst over something she needs to write, but has been unable to do so.

Last month, I lost my beloved sister (in-law) to the big C. C as in CANCER.

A little over 30 years ago, I met Sharon. She was a southern belle from Virginia, and I was a colorful Bostonian. We both were dating brothers, and we found ourselves in the north country of New Hampshire for Memorial Day, aka “opening ceremonies” for summer. It’s the kind of weekend in New Hampshire where you better have a warm jacket, a gallon sized can of RAID, and boots if you are going to party around a campfire in the White Mountains.

Sharon and I became fast friends that weekend, sharing a bedroom, a curling iron and a hankering for Michelob beer. When she and Rene became engaged and married the next year, she did her darndest to throw her wedding bouquet my way. While I didn’t catch it, I did nevertheless walk down the aisle with the other brother a year later, as Sharon looked on with a wink and a smile.

We shared many events over the next 30 years, too many to count. I think the best way to show it is through photos, so indulge me and let me share a little bit of how special she was:

carnival7Winter carnival in Quebec. Did you ever try and attach those glitter flakes in Goldschlager to your teeth? Trust me, we did try it.

You actually don’t notice frostbite after some drinks.

grill3 The Outer Banks in North Carolina was one of our special places!


This was on the steps of our favorite rental house!

three_chicksThe sistahs at Fenway Pahk!

sistahs A little dinnah in the North End of Boston!

rene_sharon Sharon and her husband, Rene.

Sharon always had a courageous outlook on life. When she lost her younger sister many years ago, she, my sister and I made a pact we would always be the three sisters; together, forever. Over the years we shared good times on vacation, consoled each other at the loss of parents, and always, always, we had each others backs.

A little over 2 years ago, Sharon started feeling strange, and through a rather long process, it was discovered she had brain cancer. She may have been scared, I was never really sure, because she was always brave and confident that she would prevail in her battle. If Plan A did not work, Plan B would. If there was negativity, I never saw it, as she showed up for every appointment, willing to undergo whatever needles and shitty toxic drugs that they put into her. Because next week dammit, she was going to the gym and get in shape, get better, and move on with her life.

Sadly, Sharon lost her battle a few weeks ago. It was hard to not root for her to live, but it was also hard not to root for her to be out of pain and at peace. Luckily, I was there when she passed, which makes me think the higher powers align things in ways we just can’t comprehend.

I’ve said to various special people in my life, that when you lose a loved one, there appears a unique star in the sky that always twinkles for that lost loved one. In this case, I think there is an entire constellation with Sharon’s name on it, containing three sparkly sister stars; and they will surely shine bright, strong and clear as I look at the heavens and think of her.

Sisters always and forever.

The Hockey Player with Heart

Last weekend I watched a tiny hockey star in the making at a local rink, my little nephew Matt. When told that Auntie Meg was coming to watch him play, and he told his Mom “thank goodness someone is finally coming to one of my games!”.

Future Bruins All Star

Future Bruins All Star

He is a miniature numbers savant and scarily knows the numbers of every Bruin, Celtic and Red Sox. He also knows the numbers of several of the Yankees players and although that’s admirable, we just don’t allow that in Boston, Matt, because it’s just plain wrong.

He can even pronounce the names that adults mangle. One of his favorite Bruins players is David Krejci (pronounced cray-chee) and the name literally rolls off his tongue as he plays his imaginary hockey shifts in my sister’s living room. This is where the coffee table is transformed into “hockey boards” that he can jump, and each game commences with the singing of the National Anthem.

Matt battles for the puck

Well, little Matt didn’t score any goals this particular day, But he did have the most heart of any kid out there, checking a few kids into the boards (totally not allowed at that age) and battling an 11 year old girl at center ice. (and what’s up with that, she plays hockey with 6 year olds and then takes a babysitting gig after the game? ) He was pretty ticked off about his offensive production this game, but I did remind him that no other kid had people following them around with a camera, and that had to count for something.

And I didn’t mind having frozen feet to make my day complete.