The Hankerds: March 2010

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Waiting on the Train

Will the fun ever stop?!

Location:Railroad St,Corona,United States

Monday, March 29, 2010

Sometime in the first month we knew each other, I stumbled across a secret of Kindells. She had a thing about cake. She couldn’t bear to not see someone wearing it. It was like every day was a wedding day, and she was the mischievous bride driven to shove cake up her grooms nose. The first time I saw this, she had chosen my new husband as her victim. Unfortunately for her. She committed her cake attack sure that she had the time to run up the stairs and lock herself in the bathroom safely before Tim could react and retaliate. She was right, she did have time. What she didn’t count on was the fact that the Hankerd house had no lock on the bathroom door. I wish I could aptly describe the look on her face when she realized her folly. I happened to be in the bathroom when she slammed in the door desperately trying to lock it.Of course seconds later Tim came barreling in with what looked like half a cake in his hands. There was blood in his eye. Revenge would be his. A HUGE struggle quickly commenced. It was like two gladiators covered in frosting. I knew it was only a matter of time before she was snorting cake. What these two nut balls didn’t realize is that the wall they were battling against was not a real wall. It had been a doorway into Tim's brothers room. They had boarded it up and put shelving on the opposite side. Tim and Kindell went flying through the 'wall' and destroyed the boys room. Until the day I die, I will never forget the exaggerated dignity with which Kindell arose from the mess, with frosting so far up her nose I am sure her sinus's were colored for years to come, looked around the room in a haughty fashion and said to the shocked boys who had come running up the stairs to see what had happened "when are you going to clean up this room, it's a &^%$#@ mess!" and walked out....

This was years later after she made another unfortunate choice in victim going after one of my sons. LOL.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Why is it getting harder?!

Maybe it's just because I am home, away from all the activity. The loss of Kindell is getting harder. I didn't think that was possible.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Kindell

Kindell Hankerd. Kindell Marie Hankerd. She was my friend. She was my sister in arms. She was a warrior of the highest order. Kindell died on March 20th at the age of 44. She died in the arms of the man she loved. I know that if she had a choice, that is where she would have chosen to be. The last thing she saw was her love’s eyes. That also would have been her choice. Even as I type this, I can feel her anger at leaving so soon. Her first thought would be for those she left behind. Her husband and her beautiful children.
We met on a Spring day in 1985. I was a scared new young bride and she was a scared soon to be bride. We ‘got’ each other at first glance. It was like two orphans clinging together in high seas. It also helped that both our men where in the military. That in and of itself can create a sisterhood. We never were lucky enough to live close together, so ours was always a relationship of phone calls and the odd visit. We always had at least a continent between us. I loved her. NOT as in kiss kiss, I love you (insert air kiss), but as I LOVED her. She was brash, she was loud and she was brave. Her generosity knew no bounds. Everything she did, she did with ALL of her. And she was ALWAYS Kindell. I knew that if I ever needed anything, she was just a call away. I hope she knew the same. She was there for my son whenever he called her. She would listen, and let him rage. Then she would love him. Just the way he was. He will forever miss his Aunt Kindell. She is irreplaceable.
I feel sorry for anyone who never met her, although judging by the turnout at her funeral, there were very few who had not. If success is measured by those who you loved and those who loved you, Kindell was the most successful person I have ever known. I will miss her until the day I die. Then she’ll saunter up to me and drawl, ‘what took ya so long ya biiittchhh, wanna drink?!’ I can’t wait. We’ll have SO much to talk about....