Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Thank you to everyone for their expressions of sympathy, both in comments on my last post and in Emails.
Above is nice picture of my late sister Ene, taken in Estonia last June at my father's funeral. That is me in the background.
I never knew Ene until I was 29 years old. She was my father's daughter from his first marriage. As happened with so many during WWII, my father was separated from his family with little hope of seeing his wife and daughter again. Their only contact was by mail and a very occasional phone call.
My father met my mother and started a new life in Canada in the early 1950s and they had me and my sister Milvi. In 1982, after more than 20 years, dad was finally able to be reunited with the daughter he hadn't seen since she was a baby. He brought her to Canada for a visit. And that's when we first met our "new" sister.
We were fortunate enough to visit with Ene a number of times throughout the years and had a great affection for her. It's hard to explain the feelings that can be evoked when one meets a sibling in adulthood. We found a real treasure in Ene and we will cherish her memory for the rest of our lives.