Okay, if anyone would have told me in August that Alison would turn into my big sister and be the sister that I never had, I honestly would have laughed in their face. I cried when Chelsy left and wasn't really sure about meeting this Alison person. While it might come as a shock, I am actually quite shy and meeting new people and being out going is really, really hard to do. (I have to stand in the mirror and coach myself for hours before I leave the bedroom!)
One Sunday at Christ Church, the presiding priest stood before the congregation and welcomed everyone and made a special note of welcoming Alison "back home"... September soon rolled around and I guess that sitting beside someone in an office each day of the week begins to have an effect on people. I soon made my work schedule so that I would go in a few hours each day.
We would laugh and joke and tease and tell stories. We both managed to get our work done and her company and friendship was more than I could have asked for or ever imagined. I have to be honest, there were a few moments where Alison answered the phone, barely able to say what she had to without laughing as we had been laughing hysterically (or she had been laughing at me) seconds before the phone rang. Hardly knowing any of my new Anglican family, she took me under her wing and introduced me boldly to every face that walked through the door.
When Michael pulled me aside after church one Sunday to ask if I would be interested in helping with youth ministry at Christ Church, I found it odd that Alison simply wrote her number out on a sticky and said, "Call me after you talk to him!" but didn't say anything more. Apparently Michael had spoken to Alison as well and the plan was for the two of us to do it together. She might disagree, or perhaps one of the youth will stumble along on the blog and call me a liar, but it couldn't have worked more perfectly. We made an awesome team and there was no turning back. Spending 6 days out 7 with each other, it didn't take long for me to realize that she was one heck of an awesome person and disciple of Christ.
We would often joke around that whenever I had to call in a favour, she would add it to my tab and eventually, that could be cashed in for a grilled cheese sandwich at the Silk Hat around the corner. It was where Alison took me when she found out that I was a sucker for grilled cheese sandwiches... it was our place to eat. We didn't need a menu, it would never change... an iced tea, diet coke, and two grilled cheese sandwiches please!
First, she became my best friend... that person I could call or text or email day or night, she heard about the latest crush and even the weird stalker who sent flowers. She was the one who told me to give them to Cathy in accounting and surprise her. Then she became my partner in crime as we knocked the youth off their feet with a flip up in programming and activities and broke the new Dean in with the appropriate survival kit.
But more than that, somewhere along the line - I don't know how and I don't know when - she became the sister that I never had. The older sister who would look out for my well being when I couldn't do so myself, who took a genuine and "older sister" attitude when things needed to be said or done.
There is one night that I will never forget. I knew that she often stayed up late on the computer or watching tv, and I had returned home after first being diagnosed. I couldn't stop crying and nothing seemed real. I texted her cell phone asking her to call me if she was still up. It was almost midnight and the odds were slim... but two seconds later, my cell phone rang. In a broken voice, fighting back the tears, I mangaged to say "hello" in response to her. She didn't beat around the bush or even try and sugar coat anything... she asked straight up... "what's up Ange?"
"If someone found something out that was particularily bad, would they need to tell their Bishop? Would they need to tell their employer? Alie, I don't want to... I can't take time off..." and quickly fell apart again.
"Where are you?"
"HUB Mall"
"I'm on my way, I'll be there in 15 minutes. DON'T GO ANYWHERE!"
There she was... I think she hugged me for a solid 15 minutes as I cried on her shoulder. We began to walk as I am one of those people that needs to move around. We walked until 2:30 in the morning. She didn't say very much, she let me vent. She asked some questions, but didn't push advice or opinion... she just listened.
When I could no longer go to church and lead the youth group, she would ask for suggestions and totally go in on her own. The Sunday that I received permission to go, she made all the arrangements with the people she needed to and we sat up in the choir stalls - with her right by my side. There was no way she was going to make me go through any of this alone. Christmas eve, we were both scheduled to serve and I was SOOO excited. Exhausted, but so excited. Alie showed up with a white blanket for me to use in case I got cold - the white would blend with the albs. She brought a bottle of orange juice in case my sugars got low or I needed a boost. She wasn't leaving me.
On the rough days of chemo, she wouldn't ask if I wanted company - she would simply state... "I'll see you tonight! I want to watch the hockey game with you" and then would ask Jane later if it was okay. When things got really rough and I was feeling tied down to staying inside, she showed up, kidnapped me and we drove through Brite Nights after a cup of hot coco from Timmy's. We walked the Leg grounds and admired the beauty, she gave me daily updates on what was happening at work or church, and passed on every greeting and email that came through for me. Knowing that stuffed animals were my soft spot, she went and made Booker, but she didn't stop there... she made an entire scrapbook of his life before he came to live with me... making sure to get to every important person I looked up to in life, including a special prof from St. Joe's. There was a picture of our lil' youth from Christ Church, priestly types, co workers, my family at Christ Church... the whole shabang. When I received an invite to the Comfort of Christmas service and really didn't want to go alone, Alison sat right there with me, holding my hand, embracing my pain, and supplying fresh kleenex.
When I got the good news about the cancer working it's way out, I was sooo excited and honestly waited for her to get home from school in Japan, which is like 2 or 3 am our time, just so I could tell her and not have her hear from someone else. She is one of those people who has forever left footprints on my heart no matter what happens in the future.
She accepted a teaching contract that would have her in Japan until the end of July. Just recently, she was offered to stay on until at least next January, possibly even longer. Just like I was when she first told me that she got the job, I am excited for her. It is truly the opportunity of a lifetime and she is living a dream... honestly. She is living in a culture that she doesn't know or even understand what they are saying the majority of the time. She is already involved in church and has adjusted better than I could ever dream of doing.
But tonight was a rough night. I came to bed two hours ago and have spent a good hour and half of that crying. I miss her horribly... and it's not just that I'm missing my best friend, I miss my older sister. I miss calling the office and playing jokes... I miss the jokes about how much it cost me to photocopy on coloured paper and topless Tuesdays. I miss the Silk Hat trips - and they just aren't the same. I took two of my newly adopted siblings there and I even took my real sister, but it feels wrong. It feels as though I am betraying the sandwich place she entrusted to me to care for when I eat there without her. I miss her crazy shoes that I could never walk in and her logical yet goofy way of dealing with people on the phone or at the door, or even more, I miss the "I'm watching the game with you tonight even though I couldn't name 10 Oilers if I tried" routine that I think was secret code for "you need company... you need me" and yet, she got it everytime. She just knew.
But she's in Japan. And yes, I lay awake at night when I can't sleep and instead of crying into the pillow I can chat with her on MSN and she'll call and we get all caught up. She still tries to defend me when she's across the ocean and an entire day ahead of me and when people visit that aren't supposed to visit, she tells them that their time is up. And yes, I can hug Booker, but it's not the same.
I promised to wait to have my first Gin and Tonic with her when she returns this summer. That's what I need to look forward to - sitting on a patio in the sun, dreaming about who we're going to marry one day, what we'll name our kids, complain about the younger siblings, maybe go shopping, eat a grilled sandwich... do all the things that people do with their older sister.
But that doesn't mean that I won't miss her like crazy and wish like there's no tomorrow that she was here right now, holding my hand, saying that everything will be okay, laughing, joking, teasing, and being Alie. Why? Cuz she's like the sister that I never had...
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