I’m back again, typing about things, situations, etc, that have happened in my life. I know the last two stories were mainly about the loss of my twin sister; actually it helps to write anything about her because it’s like I said before—she’s sitting right next to me. I know that sounds nuts, but it has been over fifteen years since she has been gone and there is not a day that goes by.
As children we were never raised as two people—it was always Debbie and Dottie or you girls—and still to this day, when her name is brought up, my name is always included. When we were children going to grammar school, we would love to switch classes and we did that often. We only got caught once, but that was enough for me. I try to tell myself, “Why did God take her away from me?” I think to myself, when one door closes, another one opens and that’s why its so important to me to keep writing about her. It got me thinking that when it’s my time, I want to make a difference. Hopefully I like to start a panic attack support group with other people online and know that, wherever they are, I hope I can put a smile on their face. Well, next time, it will be part two.
