Sisters

People who have known me for many years are wondering about my sisters. They know I was the fourth child in my family and the only girl. So, what's up with the sisters?

I was very close to my mother. She died when I was 38 years old. I missed her dearly (and still do at times), especially her female companionship, but considered her passing the normal process of life. But when I became a grandmother, I longed for someone I could share my feelings and experiences and, yes, brag to about this new phase of my life. I wanted a sister.

I started to work at Outreach Publications. There I met and bonded with two wonderful women whom I decided to adopt as my sisters. Fortunately, they felt the same way. For more than 20 years now we have laughed and cried together as we have experienced weddings, births, deaths and the normal occurrences of life.

I'm the oldest, but I don't always get to be the boss. We have the middle child and baby syndromes as well. We probably have more fun than the law allows. Now that I'm retired, I don't see them everyday, but we keep close tabs on each other and are always just a phone call or text away. I can't think of a thing I wouldn't do for either of them, and I believe the feeling is mutual.

Now you know the rest of the story.