. So I will say it like this, If there was a sainthood for kindness, caring, dedication, generosity, and loyalty, my sister would be the recipient. My mother died early when my brother was nine and I was 16. My father, I think, probably, was truly unable to parent, or keep a household. This put my sister Sandy into action. Her home was open for my brother and I. Sandy didn't have any money, and had two children at the time. At 17 yrs old, my sister now had responsibilities for four. Sandy never blinked. She was married to one of the hardest working, dedicated men that I have ever known. I will never measure up to Cliff, he is more of a man than I can ever hope to be. Many of todays values that I am blessed with, have come from him. I cannot thank him enough for being a great man to my sister, and to his children, and to me. Sandy didn't have an easy life, right from the beginning her parents were incapable of showing emotion or any kind of love. But she was a fighter, my sister would FIGHT if the occasion called for it. She was not afraid, she had survived a tough infancy and early childhood. One would not dare insult one of us kids in front of my sister. It would inevitably bring a finger to the face, and a warning. I admire my sister so much. For over sixty years she has made the tough choices, and waded through the troubled times to raise six great kids, and now many wonderful grand children. To the world, like all of us, she is just a spec on the landscape. To me my sister is an incredilby compassionate human being. I wish we lived closer to each other. She came to visit "Solace" and stayed for a week. I treasure the time we spent on the deck in the early morning and late evening, just us, sometimes not even speaking. What a life it has been. What a privilege to have her and her husband to lead, guide and direct me in becoming who I am. May the Universe continue to ingratiate her.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
My Dearest Sister
I have absolutley no idea how to begin, or ever to put into order the things I want and need to say
. So I will say it like this, If there was a sainthood for kindness, caring, dedication, generosity, and loyalty, my sister would be the recipient. My mother died early when my brother was nine and I was 16. My father, I think, probably, was truly unable to parent, or keep a household. This put my sister Sandy into action. Her home was open for my brother and I. Sandy didn't have any money, and had two children at the time. At 17 yrs old, my sister now had responsibilities for four. Sandy never blinked. She was married to one of the hardest working, dedicated men that I have ever known. I will never measure up to Cliff, he is more of a man than I can ever hope to be. Many of todays values that I am blessed with, have come from him. I cannot thank him enough for being a great man to my sister, and to his children, and to me. Sandy didn't have an easy life, right from the beginning her parents were incapable of showing emotion or any kind of love. But she was a fighter, my sister would FIGHT if the occasion called for it. She was not afraid, she had survived a tough infancy and early childhood. One would not dare insult one of us kids in front of my sister. It would inevitably bring a finger to the face, and a warning. I admire my sister so much. For over sixty years she has made the tough choices, and waded through the troubled times to raise six great kids, and now many wonderful grand children. To the world, like all of us, she is just a spec on the landscape. To me my sister is an incredilby compassionate human being. I wish we lived closer to each other. She came to visit "Solace" and stayed for a week. I treasure the time we spent on the deck in the early morning and late evening, just us, sometimes not even speaking. What a life it has been. What a privilege to have her and her husband to lead, guide and direct me in becoming who I am. May the Universe continue to ingratiate her.
. So I will say it like this, If there was a sainthood for kindness, caring, dedication, generosity, and loyalty, my sister would be the recipient. My mother died early when my brother was nine and I was 16. My father, I think, probably, was truly unable to parent, or keep a household. This put my sister Sandy into action. Her home was open for my brother and I. Sandy didn't have any money, and had two children at the time. At 17 yrs old, my sister now had responsibilities for four. Sandy never blinked. She was married to one of the hardest working, dedicated men that I have ever known. I will never measure up to Cliff, he is more of a man than I can ever hope to be. Many of todays values that I am blessed with, have come from him. I cannot thank him enough for being a great man to my sister, and to his children, and to me. Sandy didn't have an easy life, right from the beginning her parents were incapable of showing emotion or any kind of love. But she was a fighter, my sister would FIGHT if the occasion called for it. She was not afraid, she had survived a tough infancy and early childhood. One would not dare insult one of us kids in front of my sister. It would inevitably bring a finger to the face, and a warning. I admire my sister so much. For over sixty years she has made the tough choices, and waded through the troubled times to raise six great kids, and now many wonderful grand children. To the world, like all of us, she is just a spec on the landscape. To me my sister is an incredilby compassionate human being. I wish we lived closer to each other. She came to visit "Solace" and stayed for a week. I treasure the time we spent on the deck in the early morning and late evening, just us, sometimes not even speaking. What a life it has been. What a privilege to have her and her husband to lead, guide and direct me in becoming who I am. May the Universe continue to ingratiate her.
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