Home Alone Reenacted

Jenn: "What are you doing?" Sascha: "Editing, what am I always doing? hahaha!" This was our typical start to every conversation, no matter what time of day is was. I will not have this conversation again with her, except in my mind. I have to edit. It allows me to empty my mind and not think. She would be really mad if I stopped. I will leave again soon to go to her funeral. I don't think it will be as hard as saying goodbye to her at the hospital. But, I have never gone through this. I am too young. She was too young. I began this with our first conversation but I will tell my favorite story now. It defines who we were. Me, normally the voice of reason and her, the one always in everything for the fun. Jenn moved in with me when my first roommate moved back home. There were three of us, Jenn, Christi and me. Since, we were the first of all our friends to get an apartment out of high school, it is easy to say it was the 'party house' There were nights we had to turn off the lights and hide in the dark watching TV just so nobody would want to stop and hang out. It was a second story apartment in a converted house located in the Raleigh Court/Grandin Rd. area. It was the first big snow of the season and everyone was there with their sleds. Someone decided we needed to reenact the 'Home Alone' scene of sledding down the stairs. It was a short set of stairs and to insure we would not break the door we opened it where there was a cement landing with a wrought iron railing and when you turned to the left a set of cement stairs and they ended at the driveway. The guys started with no luck, they were too heavy to go down. We were laughing at the site of these huge football player type boys trying to be little kids sledding inside. Then the girls took over. Our friend Christina decided she was going down. She jumped on, we knew she would make it down. She was tiny, light weight. Jenn, who started to notice how loud we were, looked at me and said, "Sascha, do something." She knew I was 'Mom' to everyone. She was waiting for mom to drop the hammer and stop the shenanigans. But I was intrigued to whether or not Christina would make it. I looked at my watched, and said, 'We're fine, it's only 9:45' She looked at me with big eyes and about died that I wasn't stopping it. Needless to say, Christina flew down the steps out the door and under the wrought iron railing. Her chest smashed into the railing with her feet and legs under the railing with the sled just dangling. I stopped it. And Jenn yelled, "Hey, I want to do it now!" "Nooo way, one broken tailbone a night is enough" I answered. Mom was back. She never let me forget the few minutes I lacked in the voice of reason department. She depended on my voice of reason, just like I depended on her voice of loosen up!