Saying Goodbye to my other sisters and brother and sister-in-law and brother-out-law and my nieces and nephew and niecephews-in-law and and grandnieces and grandnephew and the whole extended family was almost as hard as the rest of the week.
Almost.
Damn geography and plane fares anyway.
I’m going to tell the story here, in chaotic bits and pieces over the next few weeks. I will drop one salient fact into the stew right now: I saw with my own sore eyes a letter from the hospital in Miami telling my sister that if she would deposit $338,000.00 in a trust(?) account and $174,000.00(?) in a second savings account “for contingencies” she would be on the transplant list, given physical qualifications, immediately. Question marks in parens indicate that I have a less than perfect memory of the account type and the precise second sum—it was well above $100,000.00 but below $200,000.00.
If the lot of us had been able to raise about $500,000.00 three or four weeks ago, my sister would be alive. I’ll add the rest of the facts later, but that one’s as firm as a fact can be.
Posted by: Ron Sullivan
1 | By: Sara on March 9, 2007 at 06:13 PM
Holy hell.