I missed last week’s Tackle it Tuesday, and I missed this week’s.  I wish I had a good excuse, but I don’t.  Life just got crazy. What’s new right?  Anyway, I thought I would write some about what I did with my Tackle it Tuesday.

Yesterday, I began the day with my daughter saying “I dreamt Aunt Michelle hugged me. I felt it!”  As the day went on, my mom posted a message to my sister, my dad messaged me about my sister, my sister’s best friend posted on her Facebook page, and the lady doing my pedicure could not stop probing me about my sis tattoo.  There is not a doubt in my mind that my sister was hanging around us, in fact, there was one point where I heard her voice as if she was sitting next to me.  Her words? “I’m great!”  She used the voice that anyone who knows her can hear, the tone that is so perky you aren’t sure if she is being sarcastic or manic.  I think it was probably my hardest day since I said goodbye.

I reached out to my dad, went to see him, and we spent the afternoon/evening in her room with her.  Dad was struggling with the knowledge that he wasn’t going to be able to leave her room intact forever.  Michelle sent us to Hobby Lobby and helped us pick a box so we could put together a smaller collection of her things that we could “visit.”  We also took the opportunity to select the containers that will eventually hold her ashes.  We did not succeed in removing much from her room, but we did make a “big dent.”  We separated out her dirty clothes, collected the medical supplies, and checked for anything that may be rotting. I felt better about her being “with us” after I started listening and doing what I was “asked.”  We knew we were going to have to start letting go someday, but I don’t think anyone expected it to be done in her time. 

I know how crazy it can sound, but there isn’t a person on this earth that could convince me that my baby sister wasn’t holding my hand yesterday.  To quote my little princess…“I felt it!”