My sister has been the one constant thing in my life. You see, there are sisters that love each other, but may go weeks without talking. They love each other but go months without seeing each other. This is not the case with my sister and me.
We have always been a part of each other's lives....births, parties, holidays, graduations, showers, vacations...always together, always there for each other. Even though we've lived hundreds of miles apart, we made a way.
More than fifteen years ago, I wrote a small book of memories of my sister and me. I gave it to her for Christmas to keep, to reminisce, to encourage. Today, one day after her death, her youngest son, gave me back the book. He said they had gotten it out a while back and read through it together and that she wanted me to have it back if she passed.
So, I began to read through some of the pages and I came upon the one that spoke of the day she got married so many years ago, when I was still just a young girl of about 8 or 9.....
"After the wedding day, we all went back to our house at Woodlawn. You had to finish picking up your things. You had an old pillow that I loved and you were taking it with you. I was teasing and playing, holding onto the pillow, saying you couldn't take it, trying to keep the tears back by covering up with giggles. Your 'newly acquired husband' scolded me about it and told me to quit.
Little did he know, it wasn't the pillow I wanted to keep at all--it was my part time mom, my sister, my best friend."
Underneath this story was my sister' handwriting...
"You asked me if I didn't love you as much now. I said I would never stop loving you in a million years. And I won't."
