My older sister died in March 2012 of what looked like Alzheimer’s but was instead dementia that resulted from brain trauma. At 50, she hit her head while biking and suffered a debilitating concussion. Though she appeared to fully recover, over the next nineteen years we watched as her memory slowly faded. This poem was written after I had traveled to Utah to visit her in the hospice area of a memory unit in the nursing home where she had come to live. She was 69 years old.
I honor my siblings by remembering them. Here’s to Leslie, who told me a few months before she died that she loved my face because “it was so full of light.”
I loved her deeply.
GOOD-BYE TO MY SISTER
I see you lying in your hospital bed
Dark brown eyes half closed
Square jaw tight
Can you hear me?
I lean close
“Hello, Sister.”
Your pale lips shift
Into a half smile
Your skin is smooth
Your body warm
Your legs toned
From constant walking
But I know your body
Is hiding the truth
That a brain once quick
Now has locked doors with no keys
I want you to open your eyes
To sit up and glide off that bed
Ready for a quick walk
Ready for a quick talk
And yet I know
You are going nowhere
Except away in the most real sense
Whether it’s today or tomorrow
I lean close
And say softly,
“What a good sister you’ve been,
And will always be.”
You stare off
Eyes focused on your path
That takes you away from here
To a place that’s free
I kiss your cheek
Bid you farewell
Watch as you close your eyes
And hope we’ll meet again
Oh, Len. This brought tears to my eyes. What a beautiful poem, beautiful tribute, and so deeply loving. You’ve made me search deep within about my own situation with my sister. Thank you.
Love,
Jeanne
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Thank you, Jeanne. Yes, sisters can be challenging. For a very long time, we didn’t know what was happening to Leslie and some of her behavior and choices were deeply upsetting. In the end, the truth of her situation became evident through MRI imaging, but that literally was almost 20 years after the accident. Learning that truth helped all the pieces fall into place. I wish you healing in terms of your own sister. Holding you close, my dear.