To My Sister. on her Birthday

To My Sister. on her Birthday
My sister Linnea (right) Roger and me. Her lasting legacy...her granddaughter..she left to me.

Dearest Sister Linnea-

You may not be among us physically this year, but by golly, I feel your presence. This is the first birthday you haven't been around, dear sister, after passing away earlier this year.

You might be surprised I'm writing this, given our relationship, but I miss you and wish you were here.

From Day 1, when Mom and Dad brought you home, just before New Year's Day, you were the yin to my yang. My polar opposite.  

You liked punk rock. I liked jazz.  You liked guys with facial hair. I didn't. 

And that was only the beginning of our differing lifestyles, dear sister.

But somehow, we forged a bond, you and me.  

When I was 18, and you were 17, you said to me "I wanna hang out with you, Al. I wanna be your friend." And we were.

You protected me, and I protected you. We learned to respect each other's lifestyles. You gave me courage..and sometimes the tools.. to do the things I wanted to avoid. Like locking my ex out of the house when it became dangerous to let him in.

Sometimes, when I have questions about Rosie, I still want to pick up the phone and call you. But then, I remember why she's mine. You're not here on Earth anymore. 

I know you hated formal attention, but our family was so very proud of how far you came, and what you accomplished in this life...we just had to celebrate you! You may have thought that my Mother's Day piece was quite enough recognition for you. Or, the 'Day of the Dead' remembrance at Grace Lutheran Church, where our brother Roger spoke eloquently of you, your work, and your all-too-short time on this earth, and where your amazing photography was displayed.

And you gave me the greatest gift of all...ROSIE

But on your 55th birthday, your first in Heaven, I'm celebrating you. Here. I want people to know how proud I am of you, and who you were. That's my gift to you, Sister.

So, I'm re-printing the obituary Mom wrote for you, which was published in Oak Park's Wednesday Journal a few weeks after you passed.

I love you always.

Your Sister,

Alison

My sister Linnea (second from left), along with our friend Elliott Harris, Mom and Rosie

Linnea Morton, 54

social activist, storm spotter, photographer

Linnea Morton, 54, a resident of Largo, Florida, died on March 2, 2015 of a sudden brief illness. Born in Chicago on Dec. 14, 1960 to George and Betty Turnquist Moore, she was educated at Oak Park's Alcuin Montessori School, River Forest's Grace Lutheran School, Oak Park and River Forest High School, Triton and Truman colleges and the nursing program at MacNeal Hospital. Later she studied meteorology and photography.

Ms. Morton was an early volunteer for the Animal Care League (formerly called Village Humane Society). Her first published essay urged legal protection for animal safety. Rescuing and providing foster care for castoff pets and readying them for adoptive homes became her lifelong passion. Acquiring new skills enabled her to teach proper care for dogs, cats and rabbits and initiate training programs.

She focused her career on illuminating the plight of marginalized people: refugees, immigrant children, Native Americans, and the migrant workers and farmers adversely affected by shifts in government policy.

Linnea Morton is survived by her mother, Betty; her daughter, Laura Morton Brintnall Poole; her siblings, Alison Moran and Roger Moore; her sister-in-law, Paula Larsen Moore; her niece and nephew, Amelia and Matthew Moore; her grandchildren, Rosalie Eldreth, Kyle Brintnall and Allen Poole Jr.; her aunt, Betty Morse; and her cousins, Charles Herbst, Hank Moore, Joan Gaunt and Jan, Bruce and Stephen Stutheit.

 

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