The realization that I am a social animal, need others for protection, shelter, and identity, as well as a spirituality from God, angel-like teachers, artists, poets, scops, bards, and creators of beauty above artisans that appreciate literature, art, music was my sister's death. I found out that she gave me my awakening. Lorreta denied her pain; she stuffed her depression by her militant loyalty to cigarettes, alcohol, and materialism. She wrote me her last post card--I will die in 15 years; she kept her word--she gave up her spirit with her stuffing: she had a stroke.
