Baby Sister Patricia......The Final Chapter.

With panic and terror, I physically barged into the operating room that fateful day so indelibly scorched in my mind only to see two valiant doctors pounding on baby sister Patricia’s’ chest, trying to revive her loving and creatively talented twenty-five year old heart.

When I was forcibly removed from the room by brother Gaz’s burly arms, I could feel his watery tears on the back of my neck and I callously sneered at my older sister Lila on bended knees, praying to her Godhead and only selfishly worried that I would certainly be the one elected to tell Gladys the gruesome news and drive another dagger into her failing heart.

It was that silly circumstance of birth of being number five; the youngest of the oldest group and the oldest of the younger group that gave me an anonymity to be Gladys’ confidant and they all knew Gladys would never fight my words but gratefully on that day, the Appellate court of Pa was blissfully lost in dementia.

Patricia was the youngest of Gladys’ brood and from the day she was born on life support to that fateful day in the operating room, she was always fighting against the curve of life and never stood much of a chance in the ugly world she acquired.

The description of ‘wild child’ was an easy application and only painted a small part of her picture,  an ever smiling little gem that was too honest and pretty to survive on the drug infested ‘mean streets’ of life, succumbed.

We all never quite accepted the ‘why’ and  bitterly rejected the ‘how’; it was her first mainline and last; two days later my picture-perfect baby sister was gone and another piece of Gladys died with her, hiding a torrent of denial screams  behind her patented stoic tear stained face.  

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Comment by Mike Handley on February 4, 2012 at 10:25am

This is the best piece of writing yet, Ed. Some of the others were more colorful, in content, but this one soars because of the words strung.

Comment by Gita on February 3, 2012 at 8:52pm

not boring for a moment. Apparently you are no judge of boring.

 

Comment by Edward Dean on February 3, 2012 at 4:40pm

Thanks all for the feedback. When I started this series challenge, I tried to do a life composite in the six format with an honest approach but as in every family there are ghosts that are difficult to share. I realized that I could open up a whole new chapter with Judy's extended family but I understand this is getting boring and deserves a different venue, such as a book, to do justice to the people involved.

Thanks for letting me expand my thoughts.

Comment by bolton carley on February 3, 2012 at 2:08pm

ed - these pieces continue to impress me with the man you are and the writer you are.

Comment by Teresa on February 3, 2012 at 11:26am

As hard as these pieces are to write, they're cathartic to both the writer and reader if they touch on a similar pain.  We save the hard parts for last because they take so much of our energy and they possess so much energy.  Only the bravest writers go down this road.  Beautifully told.

Comment by Jamie Hogan on February 3, 2012 at 10:12am

Wow, that's a sock in the gut. Brave one, Ed, and the writing is top-shelf.

Comment by Peter McNiff on February 3, 2012 at 7:27am

Tough story, Edward. It takes courage to face the past.

Comment by Robert Crisman on February 2, 2012 at 6:29pm

This one hurt, Ed.

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