“A sister is one who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.” - Unknown
She was 15 and unwed when she discovered she was pregnant. Her mother was working and her father was furious.
“I was lost. My sister was a godsend. I practically lived with her. She taught me how to care for my child.” Unwed and pregnant, scared and alone, her sister was her strongest supporter. Driving her to nearby towns to shop for maternity clothes at discount prices, helping her with groceries and housing, with getting set up for the baby to come, her older sister stood by her and helped her to make it through the pregnancy and delivery of her child. The young man who had gotten her pregnant ran off before the baby was born, leaving her totally alone.
Several years later, the older sister gave birth to her second child, a beautiful daughter. Upon her return home from the hospital the young mother was stricken with rheumatic fever. Confined to her bed for four months as her body fought to recover, the younger sister took over care of the new baby, often falling asleep from exhaustion with the infant still in her arms, while caring for her own child and household after working all day.
Through marriages and divorces in years to follow, they stood by each other. Through thick and thin, all the hopes and dreams of life, they walked with each other, held each other and their bond of sisterly love continually grew stronger.
Many years later, the older sister fell ill and became bedfast. The doctors said her time was limited. The younger sister drove the five hour trip every other week, staying a week at a time with her beloved sister and caring for her every need in her final illness. Fighting back the tears day after day, she held her frail hand as she listened to her reminisce about her life. Many early mornings and late nights they spent laughing together, crying together, talking about their dreams, their lives, about days gone by, and even her impending death. When finally the illness took her, the younger sibling was beyond devastated. She felt as if she had lost her best friend. No one can replace a sister.
Quiet mornings shared over coffee, treasures discovered at a sale together, soft quilts, hot cocoa and late night movies. Sisters are one of life’s greatest treasures, they are like guardian angels put on earth to walk through your days beside you.
My sister never fails to delight me with some treasure she found just for me, seeming always to be thinking of me whenever we are apart. I don’t know how I would have survived my battles without her wit, her wisdom and her laughter. I don’t know how I would have survived the tragedies of life without her to share my tears and wipe away my sorrows. She helps me remember, and when the pain is too great, she helps me to forget. She helps everything to make sense. Sisters always seem to know what your fears are and what to say to comfort you. I wish all the world could know the love of a sister like mine.
She listens to everything from my smallest concerns to my largest, and always with caring. She encourages me to believe in myself, to reach for the highest star, even when I don’t believe I have it in myself to reach it. She makes me believe I can do anything.
When I’m hurting, she quietly squeezes my hand, hugs me, or speaks words from the wisdom of her experience to comfort me. She makes the tragedies seem less overwhelming, the pain seem more temporary and the happy days seem even more so.
The sun always seems to shine brighter on days when my sister is near.
“Sisters are different. They heard the sobbing in the darkness.They lived through all your triumphs, all your favorites, all your loves and losses. They have no delusions. They lived with you too long. And so, when you achieve some victory, friends are delighted - but sisters hold your hands in silence and shine with happiness. For they know the cost.” - Pam Brown