When I was little, my friends would say, “Which sister? Denise or the other one?” You see, ‘the other one’ is 9 years older than me, so she didn’t really have too much to do with me and my friends. Actually, I don’t have a lot of childhood memories of her. She got married and moved out when I was 9 or 10 years old. To be honest, all I really remember of her from my childhood is her yelling at me when my mom would leave her to babysit. (and probably deservedly so, in retrospect.)
But now? Well, quite simply: She’s my greatest and truest friend.
I can (and do) tell her everything. Everything. I tell her things that I sometimes don’t even want to admit to myself. The good, the bad, the ugly. And there has been some ugly.
And we laugh together. A lot. We LOL and laugh-till-we-cry and belly-laugh and snort-laugh and cover-our-mouths-i-can’t-believe-you-said-that laugh.
Oh, we’ve cried together, too. Through all of life’s saddest moments, she was holding my hand. She held my hand when she told me our beloved Aunt Carole passed away. We met each other in the parking lot of the funeral home and walked hand-in-hand into both of our aunt’s wakes. We stood holding hands in the lobby of the doctor’s office when our middle sister was diagnosed with skin cancer.
Do you have someone in your life that seems to be always in your corner? That’s her. She’s just always right there in my corner. She texts me in the morning to tell me if the weather is going to be bad. She asks me if Katie still has a runny nose because I mentioned three days ago that she had the baby sniffles.. She listens and empathizes when I say my husband is a jerk and she knows I don’t really mean it. She shows up at everything, and she usually shows up with coffee.
She doesn’t know this, but I learned how to be a good mom from watching her raise her kids. And I learned how to be a good daughter by watching how she treats our mom. She showed me what it means to be a good friend by being one to me. Honestly, she’s made me a better person just by having known her.
That’s my other sister.