My sister Kathy seems to be ready to be with the Lord. My mom spoke to her on the phone and told her she would like to come visit her, but Kathy said, “That’s ok. You don’t need to do that. We all know where we’re going. We’ll be together there.”
I received an e-mail from my brother-in-law Randy tonight saying that the dosage of Kathy’s pain meds has been increased, causing her to sleep more and talk less. I get the feeling her time is short, though it hasn’t been said.
So thinking about the possibility of Kathy’s life ending has made me think of memories of her from my childhood. I never knew Kathy as a child. She was 18 years old when I was born–the second eldest of the 9 siblings in our family. She never lived at home with me, but she often came to visit when I was young. One memory that sticks in my mind is from when I was about 8 years old. Several of my other brothers and sisters were sitting around the kitchen table with me, and we were playing Scrabble. Kathy was washing the dishes while we played. Someone put a word on the board, and I said, “What the h— kind of word is that?” Before I had time to think, some force was pulling my head back by the hair, and green liquid Palmolive dish detergent was pouring into my mouth. I gagged and looked around the kitchen. Kathy was the source of the mouth washing. Let’s just say I was never much for vulgar speech after that incident!
Another thing to know about Kathy is that I never really called her Kathy. She was always Katherine or “Kak.” Kak came from my oldest brother being unable to pronounce her name properly when they were both little. His “Kathy” came out “Kakky.” So she forever became Kak or Kakki around home. Only after she was married did I refer to Kak as Kathy because that is what her husband calls her. But I still have to think to call her this.