Sheri Lewis Wohl

Vampires and Werewolves and Ghosts, Oh My!


December 2010

Remember the Joy

It’s the holiday season and this year it is mixed with both joy and sadness. Though my brother lived some 1800 miles away, Steve typically called every Christmas Eve as we all gathered together in celebration of the season. This year, there will be no call for cancer ended his time on this earth. Yesterday, I drove to the veterans cemetery, his final resting place. The snow was falling, the wind was blowing, and the air was bitter cold. I stood at his grave and sadness filled my heart. At the same time, wonderful, joyful memories filled my mind. I remembered all the long-ago Christmas days when Dad was still with us, when our Grandparents were still with us, and when laughter filled the air. I remembered those Christmas Eve nights when we’d gather together…me at the piano, Jack with his trombone, Steve with his drums, and Jamie on the guitar. We would play Christmas songs and everyone would join in to sing the familiar words. I remembered my brothers and me playing Sorry and Battleship and Monopoly. They would cheat. I would catch them. We would laugh, drink hot chocolate and eat all the wonderful Christmas cookies Mom made for us.

Yes, as I stood in the wind and the snow yesterday, I felt  sorrow that Steve was no longer with us but more than the sorrow, I felt joy that he had been in our lives and remembered all the wonderful times we shared. 

And really, isn’t that what this season is all about? Merry Christmas.


About those lost sisters

It’s that time again…

In December 2008 I learned that I have two half-sisters.  I don’t know their names.  I don’t know how old they are.  I don’t know where they live.  All I know for certain is that their biological father was John “Jack” Houdersheldt.  I’ve tried to find them with no success but I haven’t given up.  I’m still hoping someone, somewhere will read this and recognize the name.

I grew up the only girl with three brothers.  John “Jack” Houdersheldt was our father though he abandoned us when I was just a pre-schooler.  We were lucky.  By disappearing from our lives, he spared us an existence marked by alcoholism and instability.  We were equally luck that another man stepped in and took on the job of father to all four us.  Pete Lewis chose to be our father and for that I’ll always be eternally grateful.

It was when Jack Houdersheldt died in 2008 that we learned of the existence of the two sisters except no one knew anything about them other than the fact that they were born.  The only one left who knew anything about them was Jack and he took that knowledge to his grave.  So each year, I send out my plea to any who read this and ask that if you know anything about the daughters of John “Jack” Houdersheldt, let me know.  I’d love to meet them.

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