Gilligans Island?

Lanie

On October 24th, my cherished sister Lanie passed away. Grief really is such a personal thing, isn’t it? You won’t hear about how I’m doing with that – that’s between her and I. But, I hope to share my favourite memories of her. One is below.

Given our age difference, I think Lanie felt protective of me in a way and at times she wanted to give me some almost parental advice. I often heard ‘Now Debbie’, ‘Let me tell you’, ‘you may not want to hear this but….’

Sometimes it irked me, but most of the time I knew she just cared and she thought it important that I had her views on things.

Over the years of living in Calgary, she often remarked at how much meat we ate and how much we barbeque. ‘You Albertans!’ When I would complain about the weather I would hear a sigh as if to say ‘you choose to live there’.

We talked often about how nice it would be if we moved to Vancouver Island when we retired. We’d be able to see each other more and have some Sunday dinners.When it came to fruition that we would be retiring and moving to Parksville, I had one of the best conversations with her. I smiled for days.

Lanie: Now Debbie, are you sure you want to be an island girl? You guys eat so much meat. You’d have to learn to like fish. What about the rain? You can’t just stay inside when it rains, you have to get on some boots and go out in it. Are you up for it?

Me: I like fish.

Lanie: You won’t be able to get your nails done all the time here. That’s all going to change. It will be different here.

Me: (Laughing) Lanie, you sound like I’m moving to Gilligan’s Island!!

Lanie: Well, I just want you to be prepared; it’s going to be a lot different than Calgary.

I miss and will always miss her perspective on things – and our conversations

– Ginger

 

 

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