Rock writer

I'm not a ghost... just a rock... or a sister who is filling in for Barb in her blog as she fights with Quest to get her internet up and running again. She wanted to make sure you knew that she is MAD at this moment! But really happy that I volunteered to keep her blog going.

So, I won't lie... I feel a little pressure all of a sudden. I mean, who can possibly fill in for someone whose words have touched us all in so many ways.  There are so many paths I could take with my, I mean Barb's blog...

I could tell a few stories about how Barb was mean to me when we were growing up...tying me to a cylinder brick at the bottom of a swimming pool...locking me in a car late at night in the Drake neighborhood with a bag of candy to get me through the party she was at...Really Barb?... but that would seem wrong to show the mean side of Barb... We're supposed to be nice to her right now!

Or I could talk about how she always played with me when I was young, helping me set up little people houses and the time we pretended we went to Mars in our bed rocket ships... the caring side of Barb...

Maybe you want to know a little bit about the time Jack and Barb lived with Andy and I one summer. Jack and I would sit at the kitchen table with the Want Ads, looking for jobs while Andy and Barb went to work...the "everyday is Friday" time in our lives... late nights...canoeing with broomsticks, music, laughter...it was like camp for sure!.. the fun side of Barb...

I could thank Barb (NOT) for instilling in me her great fear side... in going down to the basement... or remember the meter man knocking at the door?... and the scary time when someone was creeping about in the backyard? None of which called for the police to come to save us...come to find out.

She mentioned yesterday that she was nearly crying at a point on her hiking trip up Mount Jester! I had a funny laughing moment and a million flashbacks of the adventurous Barb... skiing in Colorado with just a few tears shed as she slid down the mountain... or biking to the cemetery with the kids... tears... horseback riding in the mud, lost sock ... tears ... me laughing... Barb crying...

We all have stories. Some happy, others not so much. The plot in movies usually have happy endings. I think life is like that too. With sadness comes happiness... it just happens that way. Jack's happy ending is that he was called on for something greater than all of us. We are all sad. In fact I've never been so shaken to the core by this tragedy.

I know we will get through it. We always do. I think there was a reason Barb's internet went down... it was so I could share a little about my sister... polk a little fun at her.... tell all of you that she is my hero. My Wonder Woman... the "W" could be a bad symbol if you let your mind think sadly. Or with the cup half full, it can be a good thing. That's why they invented the "Venti" for crying out loud.

Barb, you are a Wonder Woman. Your mean side will keep you from getting hurt by this world. Your caring side will take care of the people you love. Your fun side...well enough said about that (I'll save it for another blog). Your fear side will make you grow. Being uncomfortable and taking risks is what makes people successful. Your adventurous side means you will keep trying.

You are my Wonder Woman and I would wear the letter "w" proudly.

Here's to you sis ... god luv ya!
Your Rock... rock star... pam