Telling My Sister Our Mom Died

At 10 a.m. I woke up to banging on the front door. I had a 2 month old and was up in the middle of the night feeding so we were still asleep at 10 a.m. Her four year old brother was at grandma’s as he often was, as her first grandchild. I often had to fight her to have my firstborn to myself. Now with a newborn she got to have more time with him. Sleepily I ran to the front door to see who would be banging on my door. I lived in the country, two miles from my parents home. It was my dad. He immediately said, “Sit down, I need to share something with you.” At least this is how I remember it, 23 years…