Dooley Noted: 5/17/2014
The year 2007 was the toughest of my life.
During its intensely trying events, one particular person was there for me in a way I thought I’d never forget.
It was my sister, Karen.
We’ve had our times of not getting along. Being 6 years apart, we couldn’t always get on the right track to relate.
In my darkest hour, I reached for her when I was in need, and she helped me in a way that was so important. She helped me understand that any decision I chose would be the right one for me.
She never judged me. She supported me.
As the years passed, I grew strong from my struggle. But I somehow forgot her role as my pillar.
We grew apart as time moved on.
Then, I started to tell my struggle story to a dear friend for the first time. As I wept with appreciation for Karen, I realized how she had to know – again – just how much that meant to me.
While I was embarrassed that I had forgotten, i found my reminder. I think we have to find ourselves opening to share the things we bury.
By sharing my struggle with someone new, I bonded with him and recreated the bond I feel with my sister.
That’s worth facing the struggle.
As always, it’s your call.
– Dr. Kathy Dooley
P.S. Thank you a million times, Karen Dooley Blazevich.