Sandra, Camille and Friend
Camille and Sandra BFF
I was eleven months old when my only sister was born. Mother thought you couldn't get pregnant as long as you were nursing - surprise! They named her Camille - such a beautiful name but I couldn't pronounce it and called her, "My Ca-mickey." Soon her nickname was Mickey. Our Minnesota relatives still refer to her as Mickey.
We were almost always dressed alike but in different colors - she was a lightly-freckled redhead and I was blond. She said she thought she was adopted until we were teenagers and she saw a picture of our maternal grandmother's sister who was almost her double.
I always thought we would grow old together. Didn't happen. She now has her angel wings. I will always miss her but even more I regret that I didn't see her as often as I should have while she was alive. There were so many reasons why I didn't: raising DD's two boys gave us very little free time, she lived far away, because of her MS she had difficulty talking and making herself understood and didn't always remember our visits anyway. Excuses. None of them good enough. After our mother passed away, I could enjoy all the good memories because there were no regrets - absolutely none. With my sister I still have regrets and so my memories are bittersweet.
Camille left behind a husband, two beautiful daughters, grandchildren, and a hole in our hearts.
Camille and Sandra BFF
I was eleven months old when my only sister was born. Mother thought you couldn't get pregnant as long as you were nursing - surprise! They named her Camille - such a beautiful name but I couldn't pronounce it and called her, "My Ca-mickey." Soon her nickname was Mickey. Our Minnesota relatives still refer to her as Mickey.We were almost always dressed alike but in different colors - she was a lightly-freckled redhead and I was blond. She said she thought she was adopted until we were teenagers and she saw a picture of our maternal grandmother's sister who was almost her double.
I always thought we would grow old together. Didn't happen. She now has her angel wings. I will always miss her but even more I regret that I didn't see her as often as I should have while she was alive. There were so many reasons why I didn't: raising DD's two boys gave us very little free time, she lived far away, because of her MS she had difficulty talking and making herself understood and didn't always remember our visits anyway. Excuses. None of them good enough. After our mother passed away, I could enjoy all the good memories because there were no regrets - absolutely none. With my sister I still have regrets and so my memories are bittersweet.
Camille left behind a husband, two beautiful daughters, grandchildren, and a hole in our hearts.
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