Over the years I have been asked quite often if my sister April was “always in a wheel chair.” The answer is a resounding no. My parents brought home a beautiful, healthy baby girl on April 26, 1974. They had no idea that her life would be any different from mine.
My first memory of my little sister is of her singing and dancing with her favorite stuffed pink bunny that was the size of her.Those of you who knew April later in life, know that she LOVED music and loved to dance. She was always the life of the party. Her love for life and her choice to be happy began at a young age.
As children, we didn’t have planned days. We just woke up, got dressed, had some breakfast and went outside to play. And we had a LOT of space to go explore and be creative. The hay wagon made a perfect stage and in our minds there were crowds of people cheering for us when we danced and sang. In reality, we never performed for anyone other than our Mother and Grandmother, who I am sure got a good laugh at our silly-ness. We didn’t wear fancy costumes, have a dance teacher, or music. We simply sang and danced around on the wagon like a couple of goof balls and oh- we were so happy! Occasionally when our cousins came to visit they would take the stage with us. That was always so exciting!
We weren’t entirely without some music instruction. We watched the Lawrence Welk Show, Hee-Haw and Barbara Mandrell & the Mandrell Sisters, that is, when our TV antenna hadn’t been hit by lightening. I was sure we were someday going to be on television just like Barbara. Life on earth didn’t end up the way we thought it would but I am sure my sister is a celebrity dancing queen in heaven….more famous than the Mandrell sisters!!