I am sorry but the last two days my emotions have been raw and exposed. I received bad news like a sudden attack; the result feeling like a slingshot in and out of myself.

As a result, I missed yesterday’s jot, so I’m doing a twofer today.

Yesterday, I seemed to meander through the day, finally coming into myself long enough to join friends playing games. I couldn’t go around like a person in a trance all day.

What happened was I found out on Facebook that my oldest half-sister was sick and she needed prayers. I immediately called the next sister in the succession to ask what was happening and why did I have to find it out on Facebook?

She lead with, “Vicki is dying.”

It was like a slap in the face. I vaguely remember a month ago at Jamie’s learning she had kidney cancer, but must have figured that’s awful, but surely she’s getting treatment. Then I kind of dismissed it.

My relationship with my oldest three half-sisters is a strange one, so I’ll cut to the chase. We weren’t that close.

Vicki was a little different in that she lived with us for a couple of years while she attended college in Texas. Those are my fondest memories of her.

Other than funerals, we might have talked on the phone a time or two, or through social media for her birthday. So I hope you understand my reasons for not attending her funeral and my decision to send flowers instead.