Her name is Kim. She’s my oldest sister and is 61 (6 years older than me). I never really knew her as she left the house when she was 14 because my father, who got the kids in the divorce in 1972, could not handle her. She later married at 16. I was the ring bearer. That much I remember.
In 2014, she had a stroke that left her paralyzed on her right side. This was due to a stint that was put in her to regulate menopause. It had a history of causing strokes. Recently, my mother found her on the floor with burns on her hand and she was flown to Kansas City (she lives in Omaha, somehow independently). She is in recovery from the burns and broken ribs in Kansas City.
I just got off the phone with her and I had a surreal moment. In June of 2000, my father, had a stroke in the stem of his brain. For the non-medical folks, a stroke is in fact heart disease which can be hereditary. The stroke left my father a vegetable, living on a machine. I felt the lesson wash over me ...