"2 Irises"
January 20, 2009 was the day President Barack Obama was inagurated, and the day my sister, Audrey Graves, died. It was not unexpected, and thankfully, she left us without pain. She was well taken care of by her husband, Bob, and her sons and daughters and their families.
Audrey was almost 11 years old when I was born just 5 days before her birthday. She was thrilled, because she thought I was her birthday present. Audrey thought mom had me just so Audrey would have a baby to take care of. Since I was the fifth child, mom was probably willing to let her think that, just to get the extra help. Audrey apparently took care of me a lot. She fed me, cleaned my face, and she'd drag me around with her whether I wanted to go or not. If I was a spoiled child, she did her bit to make me that way.I don't remember any of that, of course, being a baby at the time and all. Audrey remembered the first five years of my life, years that I don't even remember myself. So when she left, a big chuck of my own history went with her.
She liked the "Flowers" series I was doing, so here are a few more in that series dedicated to her. I love you, sis, and I miss you. Thanks for taking care of me.
