Saturday, July 22, 2017
Today would be my sister Maureen's birthday. She died in 2004. I miss her still. I do hope that she is out of purgatory by now. Her fans, who are legend, no accounting for taste, believe that she never went there, but went straight to God's eternal hug. I have no direct revelation as to her whereabouts, but hope for the best, given that one should pay for being a bossy big sister. Her four children think that she is a saint, but that is because by the time they came along, Maureen had reformed, though my two sisters say it was because she no longer had to put up with me. I was the only saint among my siblings, and they cannot abide by that. Saints suffer. Anyhow, say a prayer for her if she is still in the fires, or one for me if you think she is in heaven. I might need prayers, even of sinners like my readers, in case I am, as some say, delusional.