We Talked

I need to write a blog today to help me not feel sad about the loss of my dear sister, Ruth. So, I thought I'd write about some of the happy times we had together.

We used to spend alot of time camping. The boys would go off fishing and we would stay in camp. Both of us always had a project going. So, we would sit and craft and talk......alot.

Other times, the boys would go off snow machining and we would go on a movie marathon. When they were night riding, we would watch movies all night and talk.....alot.

When we worked together, we would take our breaks together and craft and talk....alot.

We went on a trip to Salt Lake City to see George Strait in concert. During the concert, we both got sick from looking at George through the binoculars for too long. After the concert, Ron flagged down a horse drawn carriage and we rode it back to Little America. Ruth and I were doing the "queen" wave to all the passing cars. Back at the hotel, all four of us sat on the huge bed in my room and talked....alot.

After she got sick, I would visit and watch her crochet. I was always amazed when she was sighted that she could crochet without even looking. When she lost her sight, I was even more amazed. She could still crochet and talk....alot.

She and I grew up together as young women. She taught me how to solve problems through talking them out with a safe friend who would never tell your secrets. She taught me how to be a friend, by never telling my secrets. She taught me how to be a good wife and mother, by pure example and devotion to her husband and family. She taught me to be a good daughter, by the mere fact that she worshipped her Dad and was amazed by her Mom. She taught me to care about others by her example of giving to others. There is no one in our family that hasn't received a home-made goodie from Aunt Ruthie. Treasures, they are.

The thing I will miss the most is that we talked.......alot. I will most assuredly miss that.

Good Bye, Dear Friend. We'll talk again someday.