I have put off writing this because I’m still moving from the drive. I enjoy being in control, but when I ponder the past few weeks, there is no evidence of that. I wanted this month to be a time of reflection, but God had other plans.
I knew as soon as I saw her number come up on my phone. It was laying on my desk, next to my laptop, and I just stared at it while it was ringing. When I answered she was sobbing, and then I knew God had heard our plea for help.
Mama did not wake up that morning my sister conveyed. This had been a long ride for all, but especially my sister.
I loved my Mama. She was a kick butt, independent, strong minded woman that would hug the breath right outta ya.
Until she was diagnosed with Dementia. She labeled this piece for me to have because she knew she might not recall.
I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was I had to get to my sister and make sure she was okay. The airlines want you to pay them in gold bricks the month of December, so driving it was. From me to her was 20 hours of driving time, and I had not driven that far before.
My sister’s ex husband heard the news, and posted his condolences on my Facebook page. He referred to me as Barbie, so my friends probably wondered, ‘Who is Barbie?”
That was my nickname growing up. My full name is Barbara, so I guess my family thought it was cute to shorten it to Barbie. They are the only ones that call me Barbie. People have tried after finding out about it, but it doesn’t sound right. It’s one of those things you respond to from a family member because it fits. I am not her today.
My family still sees me as little Barbie which is humorous to me. They have no interest in changing their vision; they do not know I write, and have not read this Blog. The last thing they heard was I got a divorce which was almost 3 years ago. They don’t know Barbara.
Am I glad I went? Yes. Would I do it again? No. I missed spending Christmas with my family here in Texas. The ones who read my writing, know more about me than they should, support and love me through this journey called life.
I miss my Mama, but I have missed her for years. She is in heaven completely healed, and I’ll always be her Barbie.
Barbara is a writer, Entrepreneur and Mom to her 16-year-old daughter. She loves dipping cookies in her coffee in the morning and will eat cake with real buttercream icing. When she started this Blog in 2014 Letitgocoach was the name given. She enjoys helping people Let Go of what is holding them back from having a beautiful life. Her life today is an example of Letting Go and Letting God. You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com