Tomorrow my big sister will be 80 years old. Can’t believe that! To me she is still my role model. In her honor I am sharing this post again about sisters. If you read this Sis, Happy Birthday. (Hope you don’t mind I told everyone how old you are.) You are in spirit still a young woman.
Sisters are a blessing? Or a curse?
Growing up I was fortunate to have two older sisters. Time and distance now separate us, but the older I get, the more I like to remember those days when we were young and still free of wrinkles, arthritic backs and grey hair.
My oldest sister, Velma, was often more of a second mom than a sister. Nine years older than me, she helped Mother out by seeing that I was dressed for church or school and my hair properly combed. She helped me with my homework and told me stories. They tell me when I was only a few weeks old Mother went to get me out of the crib to carry me to the car for a trip to town. Panicked when I was not in the crib, she looked out the window to see my sister holding me in her arms…
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