Even tough cookies....crumble

My lil sister is one tough cookie, she stands tall even though she is a little bitty thing. She is petite like my Mother.

I am the tall long legged one, almost as tall as my brothers. All of my siblings were blessed with blond (almost white) hair and blue eyes. I got the brown all the way around.

Lori was the tomboy who liked to kick ass. If you crossed her, she would just haul off and pop you in the jaw. Never mind she is a little bitty thing, still buys her clothes in the junior department and wears a size zero or two at the most. Her first response to any trouble is to kick ass. I have seen her take on more than one person...usually a girl her age and then the girl's angry mother.

She does not fight like that anymore, but she is still tough. But the cookie has crumbled and I walk the floors worried about my baby sissy.

She holds everything inside and rarely lets herself become vulnerable. She hides stuff. And for the past few years she disapears. No one hears from her for days.
She disapeared two days after Christmas and 4 days later called crying frantically for help.

I thank God above for keeping her alive. I curse crack cocaine.

Today she is entering a treatment facility. She wants help and needs it. I hope and pray that Jolimar is the right place for her. She is 37 years old and can not keep going down this path. Thankfully, God allows us the ability to make U-turns.

I wondered (and still do) if posting about this is the right thing to do. I would never want to hurt her or invade her privacy. I know that God has some angels out here in blogland that not only give support when needed, but also pray, and she needs it.