The Whistler……..

I think I need to say that my writings have in most parts been letters to my family, and if some of you enjoy them too, I am happy. Such a one is this letter.

Yesterday, I must have talked a half hour or so to my sister, Mary, in Florida. The first words from her were “I was just thinking about you and wanted to see how you are!” The most beautiful words anyone can hear, I believe.

What then occurred was a trip back to childhood with laughter, a few sober moments as we recalled the death of our brother in WW2. But mostly, how blessed we felt to have siblings to love and older sisters who helped us become who we are.

So, this morning on my walk, I was still there in remembrance mode and found myself whistling! No reason, just whistling on a brisk sunrise walk. I smiled as I recalled that such a thing was my demeanor as a child, I was usually, singing, humming, or whistling as I went about my day….I remember my Mom leaning over me in a “sick” bed and whispering in my ear, “ I know when my songbird stops singing, she is sick!”

So, just another letter to my children. If I quit whistling, you will know I am sick!!!