Enough?

Do you ever wonder, sometimes, if enough is enough?  Two of my sisters were in the nursing home together, the one that died and another one, Jeanie.  She is my "little" sister.  Because of an accident at birth, likely cord wrapped around her neck, she is mentally retarded.  She tests out to have the mentality of a 6-7 year old.  So, when my dad died, we had to place her, and got lucky and was able to place her right next to her sister, same place, even same room.  That was a good thing, practically a miracle.  I talked to her on the phone last night.  She is difficult to understand if you are not used to it, but I know how to speak "jeanie" very well.  She cried.  And she cried.  And she cried.  And I couldn't understand her.  But I heard her say she missed her sister, that she wanted me, and that she was scared.  The rest of the family that are close by (Michigan) were there sorting clothes and other belongings.  And Jeanie won't go back in her room, cuz she's scared.  And she wants me.  And, I think I have had enough.  That's all.