I will remember you

How many times have you wished that someone would think of you? That they would think of you and somehow you would know it? I've spent too much time wishing someone (many different someones) would remember me. It's not a very productive way to spend a wish.

Yesterday I came home and prepared a hearty Ratatouille to share with Lisa. It turned out well, I was pleased. After that we watched Becoming Jane. I didn't enjoy it as much the second time around. Maybe I wasn't in the right mood for it. When does a love/hate story not do it for me though?

After Lisa left I cleaned up a bit, took a long, hot shower and crawled into bed. I surrounded myself with Mac, a good book, and my Penguin friend (who has his own boy story history, of course). The internet was kind of quiet. I checked my mail and saw that one of my favourite cousins, lonely, and likely on his way to getting drunk, had dropped me a line. Poor guy. I started to write him back when I heard my phone ring. I couldn't find it quite fast enough but I saw that it was my sister who called. I dialed her right back.

She asked me what I was up to, if I was in bed yet.

"Yeah," I said.

"Oh, okay then." She was on her way home from visiting my Aunt and Grandma. She said her friends were all busy or had to work the next day. I sensed something was up.

"Do you want to pop over for a bit?"

"Sure."

"Kay. But I'm not leaving my bed and you have to let yourself in."

"I think I can handle that."

About 1o minutes later I heard the door open. She came into my room, pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed and climbed in. She started to chat and complain about a sore neck but I could see her eyes were red and watery. I didn't ask. I just reached over, grabbed the box of Kleenex and placed it in front of her. She's a pretty private girl when it comes to certain topics. I wasn't really sure if I should ask anyway though. Instead I offered her a glass of wine.

"You mean you'll get out of bed and get it for me even?"

"Of course I will," I said, already making my way to the kitchen.

I poured the red wine into my favourite tea mug. It just seemed more appropriate for drinking in bed than a big fancy glass. More comforting. She didn't mind.

We continued to chat and look stuff up on the internet. She showed me the houses online she's been dreaming of. We tried to determine if her sore neck was due to meningitis or just tight muscles. Stress didn't seem to occur to her as a possible source despite the Kleenex clenched in her fist and the smudges of make up around her eyes. She's the medical professional though.

I stifled my yawns not wanting her to worry about the time. Aside from whatever it was that had brought her there, I was enjoying the moment. Once in a while she lets me be a big sister and look after her. It's nice.

Around 11:30 she got a call from a friend and suddenly had plans. The moment was over. She was smiling again as she said goodbye before letting herself out. My day was done.

I closed my eyes and thought of all the people who had thought of me that day, and all the the people who had me wondering if I might have crossed their minds. I did not make any wishes to the close and holy darkness but instead rested on the peace that came from knowing that the important people, the good people, will always come back and remember you.