When I started this blog I made a list of things I wanted to talk about. Some of them were lost because they weren't timely. Some faded away because my interests changed. One was too hard every time I started it.
I'm going to try again and this time I think I'll make it. I think it may take more than one post. It may take a lifetime of posts. It's worth the effort. And it might bring my sister Sarah some joy to see me struggle over it. I'm going to kind of creep around it for a while and see where it takes me.
I thought of her the other day. My mom had given my little girls a pile of Sarah's magazines when she was a kid; Zooboks. We were looking for animals that started with the letter 'A' and out fell pin-ups of Antonio Banderas, Liam Neesom, and I don't remember who else. Stuffed into these kids magazines. It cracked me up.
Sarah Elizabeth Klenke was born on my ninth birthday. She was the best gift I ever got. My parents had had foster kids for as long as I could remember. Kids came and went all the time; it was part of life. Sarah (or Princess at the time) was the smallest one I remember, the newest. I remember (or think I remember) that we didn't have all the equipment needed for such a new baby that she slept in a wicker laundry basket at first. She look a little like a monkey.
I miss her.
On July 7th, 2001 she died in a in a car accident. I had just returned from a vacation in New York. My family had driven and camped there and had just gotten to bed when my father called with the news. I have never felt so lost and empty. I slept for a few hours and then drove to San Antonio to help my folks close up her affairs and prepare for her funeral.
The powerpoint show below was what we came up with to represent her life. It doesn't come close to showing what an amazing girl she was.
