Sharon Randall
Guest columnist
The message from my sister was brief: âSissy, call me.â But I knew by the sound of her voice the news wasnât good. I wasnât sure if it was about her or our brother. Lately, they have both had some trips to the ER and several hospital stays. Bobbie is home recovering from a stroke. And Joe, who is blind and suffers from cerebral palsy, has had a few bad falls.
They live in South Carolina, 30 miles apart, and 3,000 miles from me in California. But as the sole survivors of the family we grew up in, we try to bridge the miles with phone calls. I took a deep breath and dialed my sisterâs number. No answer. Minutes later, she called back.