So Funny - or as I call her on my blog, Big Sister - has asked me to guest post here today and I feel drunk with power. Or maybe I'm just drunk. Either way, it's a good feeling that leaves me tingly with anticipation and excitement.
Where to begin... I guess I will just say what my mom would always say about Funny.
Forty-two years ago today, labor began with a pain and a puddle (okay, those are my words). Funny's delivery was nothing short of traumatic and life-threatening, as both mom and the baby almost died. When Funny was finally forceped out of my mother (yes, 'forceped' is now a real word), the baby was blue and not good and mom was bleeding and not good. Once everyone was stitched and breathing, the doctor, shaken to his core, left the room and met my father in the hallway, saying, "Good lord. I almost killed them both in there."
And he never delivered another child again.
Funny's blue beginning speaks much of her later life, not only because she suffers from seasonal affective disorder, but also because she is the only blonde haired, blue eyed creature in a family full of dark hair and eyes.
Growing up, Mom always said it was because she was the milkman's kid, but no one was ever sure how much of that was facetiousness and how much was possibility. In our mother's non-adulterous defense, our maternal grandmother was very fair, blonde, and blue-eyed, so Funny is probably just a walking recessive gene.
As a small child, Funny desired nothing so much as attention. Really, that is a lifelong thing for her. When our brother came into the world, Funny was not pleased. One day when she was 2, while Mom was nursing our brother, Funny requested some apple juice but was told that she would have to wait until the baby was done eating. Displeased, Funny popped that baby on the top of his still-soft cranium full of dark brown hair and said, "Then eat, dummy!" I think this situation demonstrates a bit of foreshadowing into a future full of similar events, one in which she pushed me down a flight of stairs because I told her I didn't want her wearing my sassy new hair barretts.
Moving along. As an adult, Funny has grown into quite a woman. One of the best things about her, as all who read her know, is her humor.
Even when our mom was in the hospital during what would turn out to be her last days, one of her favorite things was to talk on the phone to Funny. No one in the world could amuse our mom quite like her. Mom loved her stories and her unique (embellished?) approach to storytelling.
When Funny would come to town for a visit, Mom would light up the entire time she was here. Mom was content to just spend time on the porch, glass of tea in hand, listening to Funny lament her life or tell story after story.
Luckily, before Mom left us, she was able to visit Funny's new (at the time) restaurant.
And while that restaurant may prove to be the death of our Funny, it does provide her with her favorite things in life: Coach purses, many lipsticks, new clothes, and UGG boots. Well, in fairness, she does love some other things too.
Her whole family together:
And, of course, her sisters and any family trips to Hawaii,
or Eureka Springs.
So, on this day that precedes many other festivities, let's give a well-earned shout-out to Funny...
a crazy, funny, wonderful girl who, despite some rough beginnings for her and the four kids that would come after her, wears many, many hats. And wears them well.