Very Sad News

Last night about 10:30 P.m. I received a phone call from the Medical examiner's office at Kenosha , Wisconsin. My younger sister, Sylvia, was found dead in her apartment yesterday.

They don't know how she died, or even when, but the autopsy and assorted post-mortem examinations will take until at least Monday next,

I'd be hysterical, but I'm too tired. Sylvia, my sweet little sister was only 55 years old, but she lived a very hard life. She was a painter, an artist and sculptor, and some as yet undetermined disease made her hands tremble so she couldn't work. That hurt her heart. She tried to paint what was in her head, but could no longer do it. It made her miaerable.

She was a stickler for a clean house, when it wasn't too painful for her to move. And before she got too sick to care for herself, she always had a cat to cuddle. They always learned to be very verbal cats, from being talked to and read to by Sylvia. she took her cats seriously. They all loved her.

Sylvia was a very loving human being, and a woman who made every mistake in the book.

She was a "Dead" head, and wept as if she had lost s kindred soul when Warren Zevon died. Sometimes I though I hardly knew her. Other times she was my closest friend on the planet.

If you are a praying sort, pray for my sister and family. I'm going away to cry some more. I think my heart is broken. At least she isn't in pain any more.