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Betty: Sally Draper, get over here this minute. If the clothes from that dry cleaning bag are on the floor of my closet, you’re going to be a very sorry young lady.
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Ive known so many strong people in my life. I HAVE so many strong people in my life. It occured to me recently that at some point or another I have seen them falling apart.
My father has always been a rock, unmovable, except for when it comes to my mother (love does crazy things to you). He is flawed like everyone else, but in the face of all the hardships of my childhood, until I was 13, I never saw him cry. I can only think of twice I’ve seen him break that. When his father died and when he was diagnosed with Leukemia. Despite the diagnosis, he fought. He went through 6 months of chemo and only got sick once, he kept working, he didn’t lose his hair, and he was in remission for 4 years. This April he returns to the Oncologist for another blood test and to see when he will begin his second round of chemo.
My sister. She’s a crazy one, and I love her for it. She’s gone through a lot raising 3 children, and I’ve seen her completely calm as her house almost caught fire, and even when my grandfather, in end stage lung cancer, collapsed and died in her house on the day of my other sister’s wedding, she met the challenges with a look like “srsly, thats all you’ve got?”. The one time I’ve seen her lose her cool was when her daughter, the day before her 1st birthday, was found eating rat poison. Even in those scary moments, she took care of what she had to do while the rest of us (or I, at least) stood around with tears running down my face, silently praying for the best possible outcome. We celebrated my niece’s 1st birthday yesterday and assuming her blood tests come back normal, she is going to be absolutely fine.
A good friend of mine, Amanda, had been sick since she was a toddler. In and out of surgeries, chemotherapy, hospitals, and physical therapy, she was understandably childish at times, but if you asked her for something, she gave it to you. She gave my brother a plane ticket home for a holiday when we couldn’t afford to bring the Marine home. She was funny, gorgeous, and taken far too early on Christmas of ‘07 at the age of 24. I learned more from her about what it is like to be selfless than any other person I’ve known.
My mother. She’s lost so much, dealt with so much. Raised 4 children (and damn did they turn out well) and I am proud to say she is one of my best friends. The one time I’ve seen her in a way I hope to never again was the day her father died. 6 months of wedding planning was almost over. It was crunch time, and she got the call. she physically collapsed and her words, tone, and face will never leave me. It was haunting, and terrifying. She handed us her cell phone, told us who to call and where to find what we needed to keep the wedding on schedule [this was around 10:30am, the wedding was at 5pm], and went to be with him and my grandmother. So many people came out of the woodwork to support her and us during the hard time. Finally being able to repay her for the many things she did over her life. We celebrated life in honor of him, that day, and only after did we let ourselves mourn him.
I know there’s more, but these 4, these 4 hit me the hardest. Not because the tragedies and accidents happened, but because even when no one would have blamed them for giving up for awhile, they put on their game face and showed the world what they are made of. I am so thankful that I have them in my life.
What…I can’t even.
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