It is often in times of loss that we look at the part we played, or could have played, in our loved one's life.
This an apology to Pam, ( but is something I feel about the part I played; my coming into the Bailey Family as a sibling and daughter in law).
I'm sorry, Pam, that when married your brother in 1980, I came into your family as a dysfunctional human being,( but a professing, new Born Again Christian).
I came from a family where I was the black sheep. There wasn't affection between my parents, myself, or my siblings. But it's openly admitted that I was the black sheep.
I'm sorry, Pam, that the love and affection that you showed was overwhelming to me; I didn't understand it. And so I shunned it.
You also were so energetic and bursting with vocational ideas, that I felt inferior to you. You were a 'pick yourself up by the bootstraps type of person', and I wasn't. Infact I felt I couldn't be, as I battled with depression and feelings of inferiority. The ideals that you set for me never left me.
Your large family holiday gatherings were so festive and ornamental. Much of my love of decor stems from you and your family.
Thank you for hiring me to clean your house
Thank you for the exciting adventures of the 90's.
Thank you for always being so kind and inclusive of me, even after the divorce.
I wish I had done more to try to get together for the lunches we spoke about.
I will always remember you and the lessons you taught me about acceptance and having a zeal for living.
Rest in Peace. May you Celebrate Now, Pam💜, what you weren't fully able to celebrate in Life on this earth.
Love Charlotte Bailey