Thoughts of David Carlin…and a bit of writing…caught me missing my sister. Everyone should be so blessed as I have been in my life…to have one sister…or to have a friend who has somehow become as close as a sister. I remember going to sleep the night she was born. I know a person shouldn’t make deals with God…but after all, I already had three brothers! Maybe it isn’t right to ask God for signs or wonders. But even as a wee thing, I had a deep and abiding faith. I already knew the mystery of God.
It was a humid April night in North Bay. I stared at the sheer drapery that hung motionless over my open window. I said, “Dear God, If you are going to give me a sister…please move the curtain.” I fell asleep staring at the drapery…motionless…but, with tremendous belief that it would move.
In the morning hours, my father came to my bedside. I remember him shaking my arm…”Kathy…Kath…Mommy got you a sister!”
In North Bay, after David Carlin’s art exhibit in Callander, Val and I enjoyed silence in our air-conditioned Super 8 room and then went down to Trout Lake for a picnic dinner. This photo sort of says it all for our family. We had good times at the lake…squealing and laughing…swimming and leaping off the docks. It was a wonderful thing to share a picnic and to think of our childhood years…and our mother.