On the evening of the 18th, in Siem Reap Cambodia, I heard from my mom that my sister Cathy had just started hospice care. Wait, did I just write “Cathy, my beloved sister, one of two human beings I grew up with in the same family, was in the last stages of her life?
Surreal! That’s not right. Death happens to others, not my sister.
Before the trip began, I debated whether I should fly home if Cathy got worse. I tried to rationalize that I had said my goodbyes and there was nothing I could do. But when I got the news last night, I knew immediately I wanted to return to Los Angeles.
There is something I can do.
My presence will make a contribution to my family, especially my mother who needs an emotional and physical shoulder to rest her weary heart upon. And just maybe, oh, I hope so, I can make my sister smile one more time by referencing a line from our favorite movie, The Wizard of Oz.
Through the years, we’ve shared so many WOZ lines with each other. Once, on a long bus ride, we recited the entire movie much to the amusement of the other passengers.
Oh Cathy, “I’m afraid I’m going to miss you most of all; you can’t forget my face can ya? You’ve always had the power to return home, all you have to do is click your heals three times and say, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”
On a tear stained Yellow-Brick-Road
with the Falyn Family Five.