It’s been 17 years since she transitioned and the lesson of
love that my sister-in-law left me is especially profound today, the anniversary of her transition. Carolyn and I
shared a special relationship that afforded each of us the chance to love, err as
humans, learn from our missteps, forgive and move on.
I loved her deeply, in a way that was therapeutic, nurturing
and taught me more, in retrospect, than any other relationship has. With
Carolyn, an unseen force seemed to guide me. Despite my shyness, I was more open with her, more
vulnerable, more willing to speak my truth and obsessed with expressing
gratitude.
I remember that one of our many deep talks caught her off
guard because she thought that I wanted to discuss something “serious;” when
what I wanted to do, needed to do actually, was apologize for not having
thanked her properly for one of her many acts of spontaneous generosity.
“So you wanted to talk to me,” she asked slowly, “to thank
me,” her tone full of skepticism mixed with pleasant surprise. Another deep talk happened when she pulled me aside to warn
me about the “out of
character” cynicism creeping into my demeanor.
Hindsight shows me
clearly that the space in which we had each one of these special conversations
was so sacred; full of a not-of-this-world love that neither of us could
articulate at the time.
I sensed the same in a recent post by one of Sharonda
Singleton’s close friends that spoke of the four women’s competition to “out
love” each other. Her words resonated deeply; touched that space in my heart
where my earthly relationship with Carolyn once existed. The post oozed a sacred,
not-of-this-world love interspersed with profound grief at losing their dear friend to Dylann Roof's despicable terrorism. Theirs was a consecrated, unbounded sisterhood.
Although we did not label it; did not know to, truthfully, Carolyn
and I engaged in a similar competition.
The journey to her diagnosis with lupus was scary for
Carolyn. The unpredictable symptoms brought many hospital stays. One visit included a phone
call from her that woke me at about 2:30 a.m. Calls at that hour almost always
mean death or some other family emergency. Thankfully, the ringing
phone awoke only me and strangely, did not produce the feeling of dread in my belly that
similar calls had in the past.
Carolyn reminded me that I’d told her to
call me anytime. I was thankful that she listened. She told me that she was afraid and frustrated at the doctors’ inability to
determine what ailed her. That she was tired of being poked and prodded. The call did not last long and I did more listening
than talking. I don’t remember what I said and whether it, or her
ability to vent, made her feel better, but something did because before hanging
up, she told me so.
I remember crying after we hung up; so glad that she
called when she did, in the middle of the night while feeling
the fear and frustration; and not later, at a more "decent" hour when she could
only tell me how she'd felt, past tense.
Our relationship had its ups and downs, yet, to be honest, I
cannot recall the reasons for the downs. The ups included being in each other's weddings, being pregnant at the same time and dressing our toddler daughters
alike, sometimes intentionally and frequently not. Sending her a bouquet of
yellow tulips on her first day of work for a job that she didn’t expect to get. Laughing as she described the dread she felt at being called to the office on her first day, only to discover her floral delivery.
Dancing up a storm at Stardom and Strawberry’s. Chilling together at the pool, fruity, umbrella adorned drinks in hand during the Omega retreats in Marco Island.
Hearing her squeal when I asked her to be my second daughter’s godmother; and wondering if she had ESP each time she arrived at my house unexpectedly, diapers in tow just as I was about to run out.
One of the ups that we’d shared happened during one of our
downs, when, out of the blue, Carolyn said, “Michelle, I know that you love me.” I don’t
recall what happened that prompted her declaration. I don’t know
whether she sensed that her death was near. I don’t know what made her say it,
but I’m so glad that she did.
Because it was true.