I was thinking about my brother-in-law the other day. And that very same day a song came on that reminded me of him. Tommy was dear to me, and out of all the seven brothers, I think I connected to him the most. This story is probably the most precious to me, so I hope you enjoy reading it.
Tommy passed away about 34 years ago, and we were all going to Mount Shasta for his funeral. Nel was just a baby at the time, and I was still so young. We didn't have much money, as we were just starting out, so I couldn't go out and buy a new dress for the funeral. So, I wore the only dress that I had, which was a red dress. I know, what was I thinking? Well, I was very young, and this was the first funeral in the family and wasn't familiar with the traditions. Everyone started to take pictures, and it seemed like they excluded me and were treating me differently, and I felt bad. One of the family members who was close to us told us what they were talking about. They thought the red dress I wore was inappropriate, and that I shouldn't have worn it to a funeral. At the time, I didn't know or understand why that mattered, but of course I realize now why I shouldn't wear red to a funeral. After going to the cemetery and saying good-bye to Tommy, and as we were leaving the town of Mount Shasta, we drove under a bridge. I looked back at the bridge, and on the walls were graffiti with spray painted words that said "I love you Sheri." I asked the person who was driving with us, "did you see that?" and he turned around and saw it as well. And the most extraordinary thing was that the words were written in RED SPRAY PAINT!!! At that moment I thought that Tommy was trying to say that it doesn't matter what I wore or what color I wore. He loved me just the same. : )