Promises, Promises

By Rick Wattman
April 1993

My two earliest memories of my younger sister Margaret both come from photographs. I don’t know if I actually remember the events, but they have been recounted to me so often and I’ve seen the snapshots enough times, that they are etched into my memory as if they happened last week.

The first image I have is of seeing her through the ground floor window of the hospital when I went with my dad to bring her home. I’m sure I had no idea what it was Mom was holding, but at least I recognized her. Continue reading