All her bags are packed,
She’s ready to go.
I want to tell my sister “no”
I can’t stand the thought of
She’s leaving the place
where she was born
Arizona is waitin’
it’s blowin’ its horn
Already we’re so lonesome
we could cry.
My sister is moving to Arizona, and my first intention with today’s post was to completely re-write Leaving On A Jet Plane but that was too cheesy even for me. And ya’ll know I can handle a lot of cheese.
Instead, I just decided to be frank with you. Well, to be “Sue” actually. Not “Frank”. HA! See, I’m so sad, all the Belgian is leaking out of me. You know – making stupid jokes. That obviously have to be explained. Because nobody else gets them, probably not even other Belgians. Except my family, and I guess that’s the point.
We get each other. We share ancient history, DNA, good times, and bad jokes. My sister is moving and my heart is broken.
I understand families move all the time. Sisters, brothers, parents, children – all move miles away from each other. Hell, we wouldn’t even be here if Arnold VerStagen hadn’t traveled from Holland to settle in Little Chute, Wisconsin way back in 1850. It took him two months, mostly by boat. Now that’s a long damn drive.
And I know she wouldn’t be moving if it wasn’t right for her. She’s not willy-nilly, my sister. But I just need to be selfish for one paragraph.
I don’t want her to go. She taught me how to sway my babies and how to spend oodles of money on beads. She brought me to Bjorklunden where I found a piece of my heart I didn’t know was missing, and she believed in me when I told her I sat and talked with Jesus on a rock on the beach. And it is entirely her fault that I have two high maintenance yorkie-poos that poop on my carpet. And she’s my sister. And my friend. And I love her. And I’m going to miss her like crazy.
There. My selfishness is done. Follow your heart, and go with all my blessings and love, Celeste. Do yoga in the sun and dance with Myra in the kitchen and drink coffee with Hugh on the deck. Call often and send us pictures of bare toasty toes while we shovel snow. Expect a busload of frost-bitten family members soon after.
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace. Numbers 6:24-26
PS. Arizona – just a heads up – we’re sending you one of our greatest jewels. You best take care of her.
on a jet plane
Don’t know when she’ll
be back again
But probably Christmas….
PPSS: As blue as my heart is, this is also my contribution to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Blue