Strange allergies

Many people have many different kind of allergies. I myself have allergies to cats, birds, and horses (although to make people give me a weird look I say I am allergic to zebras).

I have only heard of the basics when it comes to allergies – the seasonal ones where people are all stuffy in the summer and spring because of pollen; the fragrance allergies; and the animal allergies; but I bet that next to none of you have ever heard of someone being allergic to a temperature.

“That is not even possible.”

“Who would have an allergy like that?”

“Yeah, right…that would never happen to anyone. Who would even come up with a lie like that?”

I have heard them all, ever since the recent, and by recent I mean in May, discovery of my allergy…to the cold.

I have had people tell me a million times now that I am lying, saying that it cannot be true, and people who are completely incredulous.

Well, it is true, and trust me, it is as ridiculous and sucks as much as it sounds, especially since it’s not like we live in the most tropical hemisphere. I mean, who gets an allergy to the COLD in CANADA?

Oh, yeah! That’s right! Me! Because the weird one has to have the weird allergies. I am a touch bitter on the subject, and a little angry, because this allergy popped up out of nowhere, and I only started to notice the signs when I had my hands in chilly meat making meatloaf and then they started swelling. Then I had a pop can resting on my arm, and once I put it on the counter to purchase it, I had a huge welt.

Now, I know what you are saying – it could be environmental or some chemical in the meat. In fact, when I went to the allergist to have this looked into further, the NURSE didn’t believe me, saying that she doubts that it is actually the cold, and it is probably something else, and they will find it. I told her no, it is an allergy to the cold because I have had a myriad of things swelling because of the temperature changes (like rain or going from the hot air to the air conditioning) and it is a reaction because of the cold. She shook her head, put a sterile ice pack against my arm for 10 minutes, and, lo and behold, my arm had a welt bigger than my hand. She apologized after, but it was a nice HA moment.

The welt on my arm from the ice pack. It lasted 2 days.

The welt on my arm from the ice pack. It lasted 2 days.

I have been at work and talked to coworkers about it, and instead of trying to explain, I stuck a water bottle on my arm, and not even 5 minutes later, voila, nice welts appeared on my arm.

And this allergy, it isn’t like it has to be in a negative degree…it just has to be below 19 C˚. And in Canada, in Ontario, in our region, I want you to just think on how many times a year the temperature dips below that degree. I will wait…Yeah. That’s how much this allergy sucks.

I was walking to the car in the rain and wind one day, and when I got there my chest was welting, my lips were swollen like a bad Botox job and my face was welting as well. I was also blotchy and red.

No need to take my word for it, I took photos because THAT IS HOW WEIRD IT IS.

No need to take my word for it, I took photos because THAT IS HOW WEIRD IT IS.

And see the bad Botox lips? They are so delightful!

And see the bad Botox lips? They are so delightful!

I was drinking something cold before I really registered that this was a problem and my throat felt like it was closing up, but I just took an allergy pill and hoped for the best.

The craziest experience so far with this allergy was when I went swimming at a friends house. He talked to his parents, because he knows how much I love to swim and they cranked the pool to 30 C˚. I jumped in so happy to be able to swim again and when I got out, I almost passed out from my blood pressure dropping and almost going into anaphylactic shock. I had never experienced how it feels to not have control and not knowing what is happening. Feeling like I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus, and going in and out on consciousness.

I know this all sounds crazy, and if you haven’t ever heard of this before, then of course it is crazy. But cold urticaria is real, and it does happen to a large number of people. After I started experiencing this, I talked to my coworkers and one person’s roommate in college had this allergy. And another woman actually had it happen to her, but it was because of her thyroid condition.

It apparently can last anywhere from a few months to about 5-7 years, (7 years being the longest time with this allergy on record).

I don’t know exactly what I am going to do when the winter really comes to Canada, as I am already having problems and it is only fall.

I also don’t know what it will be like in an environment completely enveloping my body in cold…I am worried that I may not just have to carry my EpiPen everywhere, but that I may actually have to use it one day.

But I am trying to stay positive and I am trying to remember that I even have this allergy, because I forget, all the time, and still go and grab things from the freezer, and try and work with cold food, and then I get all welted and itchy.

I also keep forgetting when I am really thirsty and all I want to do is drink a big bottle of cold water, but I can’t.

This allergy also took away the rain for me, my favourite weather, that I love dancing in. I can’t do that now – all I can do is look at it from inside the house, because even standing under an overhang I will still start welting and swelling because of the cold air.

It is a ridiculous allergy and I would like to return it for a more normal allergy, like pollen! Why couldn’t I have just been allergic to pollen?

Keep your fingers crossed for me that this does not last for 5 years!

~ Andreah

Guest Post – Pursuit of Passion

Toni’s friend from college and fellow marketing grad, Krista joins us today for her first blog post with the Sisterhood!

So I have been laid off from work for over five months now. Yeah…still hard to say it.

Your work becomes part of your identity. People meet you and they say “so, what do you do?” or “where do you work?”. For some reason having to say you have been laid off can feel like a failure. I got down on myself, spent a number of days having a Netflix binge and seeing 5 pm roll around feeling so unproductive. Another failure.

I wasn’t fully happy at my old job. I wasn’t used to my full potential and felt where I did excel, they didn’t need me. Don’t get me wrong, having a job is great. You get to talk to people, finish something, work on projects, have that team atmosphere, get paid…all that good stuff. But what I have failed to realize is how important passion is. Passion drives all of us and unfortunately I had put mine in the back seat.

Slowly, I have been trying to work at discovering what I am passionate about. Finding tasks, projects, or events (or parts of them) that really light that fire inside of me. Get that inspiration going that makes you feel on top of the world. So I started keeping tabs on what makes me feel that way:

I know I love helping and doing random acts of kindness

To me I find helping people so selfish. I get this high from doing it that I have never experienced anywhere else. I have always been like that. Whether it be sending gifts at Christmas to families that can’t afford toys for their kids, buying coffee for strangers and having a conversation with them, always being there for my friends (any time, any place), complimenting people, holding doors, waiting for CAA to arrive to help a stranger who locked their keys. I never expect anything in return and it is shocking how many people are surprised. What I do know is that one act of kindness has a ripple effect. Not just for the other person but for myself too. I knew I needed to volunteer more to experience this more often. I am organizing the kids area at this year’s Waterloo Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation walk. This is a whole new world for me, but I have already met some amazing people and couldn’t be more excited to see how it all turns out. I also volunteer with Victim Services of Waterloo Region as a Crisis Responder. I offered to come into the office to help to get some extra hours in on top of the shifts I take every month. Both these organizations I am passionate about. I am a Type-1 Juvenile Diabetic and have been a victim of robbery at gunpoint. I know why both these organization exist and it gives me so much satisfaction being able to help in areas that I am really passionate about.

I know I love being creative

I have always been that person, trying new art projects, taking classes or just randomly grabbing a paint brush and hitting the canvas. I started being more creative. I got out my old jewelry making supplies and made some necklaces, I painted a few pictures, I started colouring, and taking photos. I realized that I love creating something that has no guidelines. Something purely personal that probably only I will ever see. I know I could never make a living with it but I know now that I need to keep the creativity in my life. It is something that lights that fire of passion inside me.

creative

Garden creativity at its best!

I know I love connecting with myself

I took a yoga class. Yoga is an activity that gets me back to the present. It keeps me focused on the here and now. Not what was or what could be. I realized in my funk of being laid off that I was focusing too much on the past and the future. What good is that going to do me? I guess it was something to think about while zoning out on another One Tree Hill episode. That cycle had to stop. I know that wherever life leads me that I need something to keep me grounded and focused in the present. I could spent a lot of wasted energy in the past or the future while my present becomes the past….something I can’t change.

I know I love animals

Spending so much time with our dog Wallabee has been AMAZING – do I ever love that guy! When they say petting a dog reduces stress, they were not kidding. There is something about that wet nose on your lap and that wagging tail that makes me so happy. Wallabee and I were close before but being home all day with him as made our bond so much closer. He got sick the other night and when he came back to bed he wanted to cuddle up right next to me (and not my boyfriend which I think made him mildly jealous lol). Melted my heart. I need animals in my life – it lights that fire, plain and simple. That unconditional love you receive is like nothing else.

Wallabeeeeeeeee ♥

Wallabeeeeeeeee ♥

I know I love baking

I started making pies, cookies, cupcakes, and cakes. There is something therapeutic to me about mixing things together and out come these delicious treats. That not only taste good, but you can make them look good. I get to be creative and make treats! The fact that I get so excited about it leads me to believe I have some serious passion for it. It makes me so happy to see how much people love my baking. I sent some cookies off to my boyfriend’s work and someone asked for the recipe. I was so proud and then realized that I really improvised the recipe….now to try and recall what I did…uh-oh. But I knew that feeling of passion is inside when I have the oven on and the house smells delicious.

Yeah, I did that :)

Yeah, I did this 🙂

Finding a life full of passion is more than a job. I am looking at this lay off as an opportunity to figure out what I need in my life to feel fulfilled on all levels. It is unlikely I will find a job that incorporates all of the above. What I do know is that it has to have passion. I need to keep checking in on myself and ask “what do I need?”. I need to ensure that no matter what job I end up at that I remember what is important and it is not the pay cheque. I am truly lucky to have a really supportive and loving boyfriend who wants me to get the right job, not just any job (did I mention I am passionate about him? I totally am). When I have days full of all the things I am passionate about I notice an immense difference of what comes my way. The positivity from people is almost overwhelming. I want that feeling every day of my life.

I am a 29 year old woman on the pursuit of passion and I wouldn’t have had this chance if I wasn’t laid off.

~ Krista

 If you’d like to write a guest post and join in the Weather Vane Sisterhood fun, email us at weathervanesisterhood at gmail dot com. We’d love to have you!

I was LIED to!

I have a bone to pick with Walt Disney – he has set me up for failure! Ever since I was a young girl he has spewed lies and set unrealistic goals for my life. Well, Walt, I have had it up to the top of the tower in my non-existent castle!

First there was Cinderella, who taught me that when I get older and am too busy to plan my outfit for a night out, there’s not a fret! The mice and birds who live in my attic and sub-basement will be happy to whip something up. I can spend more time at work and cleaning my house now because of all the free time I will have not having to make my own clothes!

My reality? I live in an older house, and am no stranger to mice. I do not live in a land far far away. I live in the real world where mice eat through your electrical wires, shit everywhere and are a general nuisance. There are entire sections in hardware stores dedicated to the riddance of these creatures. Cinderella would be mortified! Not once have I come home to a mouse-made couture dress delicately created with the knick knacks and rags around my house. Instead I come home from work after a long day and where are my clothes? On the ground where I left them. Now I have to struggle to figure out the perfect outfit for the ball.

Then, there is Snow White, who lived with 7 men and made it look like heaven, a party with music and dancing every night, and yes she cleaned the house, but before she came along they were getting by just fine. Now I know not all men are grody, but in my experience I would never want to live with 7 of them, dwarfs or not!  Could you imagine the smell? The grocery bill? THE ARGUMENT OVER THE TV REMOTE?  I am shuddering just thinking about it!  Snow White, either you are a goddess who has managed to tame 7 men, or you are one sweep away from a nervous breakdown! Either way, you did not prepare me properly to live with ONE boy by myself let alone 7. (I love you Cody.)

Rapunzel and Ariel may have told me the biggest lie…about MY HAIR! Let’s start with Rapunzel who let her hair grow out to unimaginable lengths, with no product, no trims, just au natural! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!? Apparently, in this land far far away, there is no such thing as humidity or split ends or GREY HAIR! I get up an hour earlier than I technically have to just to make sure my hair is tamed enough that when I walk into work I am not asked to put a bag over my head. Straighteners, products, curling irons, hair spray – nothing? Really Rapunzel? You are really going to tell me that you sat up in that tower of yours and just let it grow and grow?  Her poor neck is all I can keep thinking! Every time I watch that movie with my nieces and nephew, my mind races: She had to have at least a chiropractor on call? How is she not a hunchback?

AND then there is Ariel! With her graceful rise from the water during her big musical number. For years girls around the world have been immersing their heads in water and trying to find the perfect flip technique. If you are sitting here reading this, pretending like you have never done this before you are LYING to yourself. This past summer I spent a good 20 minutes attempting to get the perfect flip, each time suffocating myself with my soaking strands of hair. Finally, after one flip too many, my neck advised me quickly that I am not suited for the hair-flipping life. I have since then removed Beyoncé from dream jobs. I have learned my lesson…the hard way.

Yeah, right.

I live my life every day knowing that I met Cody the good old fashion way. That he didn’t come into my tower and kiss me as fate brought our lives together. I have to work to get my hair the way I want it. Small critters will not make me a new wardrobe, and frankly my singing voice does not entice birds to join in with me; instead, I am sure, it scares them as it scares my two dogs.

I may have been fooled, but you have a chance to spread the word so that other little girls don’t grow up with high expectations like I did. It’s been a tough road, but I am doing just fine taking it one day at a time.

~ Jacqui

You asked, we answered!

We sent out a call for questions last week and questions we received! Thank you to everyone who asked (a.k.a. all of our relatives! 😉 ). Take a look at the questions we collected and the answers we came up with. 🙂


 

Are all of you going to be answering these questions (hopefully, yes. Like The Social)? ~ Ben

Julia: You betcha!

Andreah: Except this one. 😉

 


 

What was the inspiration behind starting a blog? ~ Tasha

Julia: This is totally a Jacqui question! It was her idea. So, in short (ha!), this whole blog mess is her fault! 😉 But seriously, I think she would be the best one to answer this one.

Toni: Haha, short… It’s true! It’s all Jacqui’s fault.

Jacqui: Throwing me to the wolves! I wanted to write a blog, so I started researching them! Everywhere said to make sure your blog is unique to you and nothing is more unique to me than the amazing bond I have with my sisters. Also, bringing them in would also mean bringing in different personalities, opinions, ideas and voices! When I introduced it to Toni and Julia it was just an idea that they all loved! And so birthed our beautiful blog.

Andreah: When I was told about it, I thought it may just be the best idea to keep us more connected!

 


 

What do you get out of the blog/blogging? ~ Ben

Julia: So many things! I am a writer by trade, so having something to write about and for every week is lovely – it gives me focus and purpose for my craft beyond diapers, potty training, screaming babies, and Frozen on repeat. I’m loving reading my sisters’ posts as well. We talk a lot. A. Lot. And we’re really loud. But some of the stuff that is written in these posts I never knew before, or hadn’t realized how important those moments were. Also, I’m adoring reading my sisters’ writing – I’m so proud of them! Who knew we could all write?!

Toni: For me, I think learning about my sisterhood and the women that it is compiled of has been the biggest blessing. It’s easy for me to say that I know my sisters, but reading their blogs has allowed me to learn about them in their own voice, instead of just from my perspective. I’ve also been reminded that I love to write – after demanding college papers, reports and projects, and writing for a few technology-based firms, it’s been a big change to write again from my heart and I’m loving it.

Jacqui: I have to agree with both Julia and Toni in that this has brought us closer together, if that’s even possible! Also I have always wanted to journal as an outlet – it was suggested as one of the many therapies to help with my epilepsy. This is so much better, because your journal doesn’t give you feedback, and no one is there to tell you when you’re being ridiculous.

Andreah: I like sharing with my sisters. I haven’t been very good at doing that in the past, and this is letting me open up to them more! I was told by my favourite counselor to start writing and this is a really positive outlet to do so.

 


 

What is your favourite post (excluding ones you wrote)? ~ Ben

Julia: I think my favourite is Jacqueline’s post about her first seizure. I was there (obviously…) but I don’t think she’s ever actually told me what it was like for her that day, nor what it was like for her living with it. I loved how it was written and I loved how revealing it was. Such a hard day for our family, and such a life-changing one for her.

Toni: This is a tough one for me to answer as I have so many moments of surprise, pride and laughter reading the other sisters’ posts. If I had to narrow it down, it would have to be a toss-up between Julia’s post about her fairy-tale ending and her admittance to struggling with PPD again. Her fairy-tale post is so real, relatable, and true that I think it helps to remind people that relationships are not the rom-com or fairy-tale that Hollywood or Disney would have us think, but instead messy and full of surprises. But on the other hand, every time Julia speaks about her battle with PPD, I cry. Not tears of sorrow, but tears of pride. Absolute pride in my big sister standing up for herself and any woman who has ever felt alone in their own struggles and being the beacon of light they needed. Shine on, sister of mine!

Jacqui: I have two! The first is Andreah’s long-distance sistering post. Dee, like all of us, is very stubborn, and when she told the three of us that she was moving, it was pretty hard for us to handle. For me, at least, there were some heated, tear-shed “conversations” because I couldn’t wrap my head around it. So when she wrote it, it was like a weight was lifted off my chest – I can’t tell you why, but reading that her being away from us is hard made me understand her decision a little bit more and reaffirm it wasn’t my bad B.O. that caused her to run away 🙂 LOVE YOU DEE!!! The second is Julia’s most recent post. It really hit home with me because Cody and I are planning on having babies and I am so scared. Excited, scared, and prepared. Because of Julia’s bravery I know what to look for, I am not scared to ask for help, and I have the best role model to help me fight through it IF it does come. LOVE YOU JULIA!

Andreah: I have a favourite of each. Julia’s would have to be her second post, Strength in defeat. I love how open she is and her ability to share – it made me proud and hopeful to have a sister that amazing! Toni’s is her first post, Measuring up. I felt a camaraderie with her feeling the same way I have most of my life, and just loved it! It really puts you in her shoes. Jacqui’s would be the one that almost made me pee my pants laughing, Here’s the short of it. Seriously, how did we get so lucky to have a sister this funny?

 


 

What is your favourite memory together as a group? ~ Kim

Julia: This is a hard, hard question. You have to understand that there is 8 years difference from top-to-bottom in our sisterhood, which means you’re asking us to recall something where we were all present, all cognitive, and where we all liked each other. 😉 I think our baking nights (which we turned into our working out nights, thank goodness) are my favourite memories. We would get together every week to bake a recipe one of us had found online. We’d all pool in resources for hosting and for ingredients, have dance parties, write down the funny things we’d say (read: the nonsense things we’d say) and end up full of carbs, sugar, butter and laughter. All in all, not great for my butt-size, but definitely good for the soul. Loved these.

Toni: Well put, Julia. We’ve always been kind of all over the place due to the age gap, but I would say lately, when we are all able to be together in any grouping, it’s become such good, quality time together. It’s like we’ve learned to appreciate the gap and the preciousness of our time and that’s been an awesome realization for me. I also enjoyed baking days (sorry, ladies, not as much as our workouts though ;)) but I think a major highlight for me would have to be any movie or gaming night we’ve ever had…even ab night can’t replicate the soreness from the laughter that ensues on these evenings. Another one would be my birthday this past February – planning the launch of our blog was the best birthday present, ever.

Jacqui: HANDS DOWN – THANKSGIVING 2011? 2012? I have never laughed so hard! This was during a not-so-easy time for us and our family. We all gave up, let go, drank a little…some of us a lot…and laughed until our stomachs hurt! There are so many inside jokes that have come out from then! Next time you see Toni ask her how to spell OPEN! Seriously crying laughing over here just thinking about it! HAHA!

Andreah: It was 2011, Jacqui! Remember I brought the demon leprechaun? But I have to agree with Toni, the movie and game nights are the best. My abs and face hurt from laughing and smiling after those awesome nights!

 


 

Describe each of you as an animal? Why?~ Kim

Julia: This is just MEAN. Seriously. I had this question in a job interview and totally blew it. I said ‘deer’. You know, the skittish, hunted creature of the woods? The one who gets slaughtered in a Disney movie?!?! Yeah, blew it. I have no idea. What animal would I be? Me. I’d be a human animal. Done. Next question. (HATE that question).

Toni: This made me laugh! So mean, Kim. I had a hard time with this one…I asked Mike and he dug himself a lovely grave with his answer…so that didn’t help. I would have to use my fail safe – a tiger…cause I’m Toni…get it?

Tony the Tiger

Jacqui: Honestly the first thing that came to my mind is a llama – like The Emperor’s New Groove llama! If you haven’t watched the movie, I feel sorry for you. You should probably call in sick to work and watch it! If you have and you know me, I think you will agree! I am spunky, awkward, I have been told I am hilarious AND I will spit at you if I need to!

Llama

Andreah: I am having such a hard time answering this question. I think I would be a bird, cause I keep flying around and there’s the migration patterns. And the whole flock thing… Yeah! I think I would be a bird. Joe’s Grandpa called me a duck, but I think I’m more like a cardinal.

 


 

Which actress would play you in a movie about your sisterhood? ~ Kim

Julia: Young Julia – Anna Kendrick, because I love her. Middle-aged-goddess Julia, Julia Roberts, because obviously (same name equals same person!). And Hot-Older Julia, Helen Mirren. Me-ow. 😉

Anna Kendrick | Julia Roberts | Helen Mirren

Anna Kendrick | Julia Roberts | Helen Mirren

Toni: Young Toni, Mila Kunis, only because she’s my ULTIMATE girl-crush, and hey, why not? Middle-aged me – Monica Belluci, because it’s a movie and I can. And saucy-older Toni – Jaclyn Smith, because again it’s my life and you’re not the boss of me.

Mila Kunis | Monica Bellucci | Jaclyn Smith

Mila Kunis | Monica Bellucci | Jaclyn Smith

Jacqui: Oh boy! Young Jacqui – Leighton Meester, because two words: Country Strong. Middle-aged Jacqui – Julianna Margulies – I have the biggest lady-crush on her! Older Jacqui – Susan Sarandon – she has sass and doesn’t care what anyone thinks about her. I feel like I would be like this in my older age! AHAHAHA – I like this game!

Leighton Meester | Julianna Margulies | Susan Sarandon

Leighton Meester | Julianna Margulies | Susan Sarandon

Andreah: Oh I don’t know… Mary Lambert for me now (she is so awesome talented and beautiful!), Emily Deschanel for a bit older me cause she is quirky and weird, and I’m just going to say it cause I freaking love her, Meryl Streep for elegant, aged me – I love her in It’s Complicated.

Mary Lambert | Emily Deschanel | Meryl Streep

Mary Lambert | Emily Deschanel | Meryl Streep

 


 

What is your first memory of each sister? ~ Mom

Julia: My first memory of Toni isn’t really a solid memory. I sort of remember her in the periphery of my life since I can barely remember a time when she wasn’t there. I remember graduating preschool and she was there, somewhere. I remember moving from our apartment to our first house and I remember holding a houseplant in the front seat of our car, and thinking how important I was because I was helping with the move (holding the houseplant is a major contribution) and wondering where Toni was. I guess my most solid memories of Toni are of us playing in our giant yard at our first house, and of Dad and Mom actually making a room for us when Jacqui was being born, just off of our playroom in our first house.

My first memory of Jacqui is of the morning she was born – I woke up and our Memere (grandmother) and Uncle Kevin (our Mom’s younger, bachelor-y brother) were there, which was SO weird to me. I had to go to school that day (I was in grade 2) and it was very concerning with these strange people there – they weren’t my everyday people.

My first memory of Andreah is similar: I recall going to school knowing that she was going to be born and I couldn’t wait to tell my class. My teacher wouldn’t let me tell anyone until after we had settled in and it was actually show-and-tell time and then I blurted out, “It’s coming!” Very clear. Very eloquent public speaker. I just remember being wiggly with excitement, kind of like when I had to go pee and was cutting it close. 😉

Toni: First memory!? Wowza Mom, way to ask the tough question. I think my first memory of Julia was of her reading to me on the stairs just off the kitchen in our first house…that and the time she had crawled up on the back of the toilet to get her nail polish out of the bathroom cabinet and I opened the lid of the toilet so she would step in the toilet bowl when she went to get down – and she did…and she wanted me BEHEADED.

I think my first memory of Jacqui would have to be us playing with the Tonka trucks in our sandbox that Dad had made for us at the second house, that and always getting stuck at the dinner table after dinner because she wouldn’t finish her juice. Other than that, I have the same hazy memories that Julia had about me, of Jacqui and Andreah, just kind of always being there, but my favourite memory of Andreah is the time she fell asleep in her spaghetti at the cottage. When Mom moved her to the couch, she sleepily stumbled back into dining room devastated that she had been removed from the table. Annoying then, adorable now.

Jacqui: Because of my seizures, a lot of my memories are very hazy so I am sorry if these aren’t quite accurate. My first memory of Julia is her talking to a group of trees that were in the back part of our property at our second house. She was the princess and the trees were her father – the king – and her mother – the queen.

Toni and Andreah are blurred together. Toni was pulling Andreah and myself around in a red wagon. We lived on a tobacco farm and the property was set up with two houses (Ed. There were actually three houses. The workers’ house was also on the property. ❤ ): ours and the landlord’s. Our landlord had a mean old dog and somehow, one way or another, we came face to face with him and he attacked us. Toni jumped in front of him and blocked his teeth from me and Andreah, taking all the pain and the lovely teeth. I am pretty sure she still has a scar. Forever Toni would be my protector.

Andreah: Yeah, this one is hard. First memory of Julia is her reading a poem during a Christmas program one year. I remember because I got shaken awake by Dad because the sound of Julia’s voice lulled me to sleep, not in a boring way, in a comforting way. It was the year I was wearing the velvet green dress.

Toni was when I was riding a tricycle still and I couldn’t keep up with her. I got upset that she kept leaving me behind, so I went inside to get her in trouble and Mom said that I would either have to try and pedal harder or ask her to slow down.

Jacqueline I just remember always being there! A favourite one was when we had one of Julia’s high school friends Barbie babysitting us and we built pillow forts and played airplane, where we would lay on her feet and she would hold our hands and it would feel like we were flying!

 


 

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