A sister is a person you can love with all your might,

She’ll do most anything for you.  You trust her with your life.

The best true friend you’ll ever have, she’ll never let you down .

She’ll have your back when others won’t and take away a frown.

A sister loves forever.  Her limits have no end –

A confidante – a mentor – a model and a friend.

Kathy Boecher©

There’s an old saying about not being able to choose our relatives.  It may be true, but if I had a choice I wouldn’t have chosen anyone else but my sister.  Even though we spent most of our childhood competing with each other, she will always be my best friend.

She came at a time in my life when I definitely needed a reality check.  I was the firstborn grandchild on both sides of my family so to say I was spoiled was an understatement.  I needed to be set straight and God knew exactly how to do it.

I was determined that she wouldn’t take the spotlight from me.  When her crying became more than I could bear, I packed my little suitcase, donned my chenille bathrobe and threatened to leave.  Of course I didn’t, but it was the start of a very rocky relationship for the two of us in those early years. Undoubtedly this was the beginning of my dramatic career.

Our childhood consisted of enduring her shenanigans – reluctantly sharing my sweaters with her – sharing a bedroom – sharing everything.  I grew to resent her naturally curly hair, her enchanting personality and the fact that she was never punished for things that I had been prior to her arrival.

She was always playing tricks on me.  There was the time I was exploring the linen closet in our bathroom – it really was nothing more than a huge crawl space with a door that latched from the outside.  She closed the door to the crawl space and locked me in, but she also locked both of us in the bathroom.  My mother panicked and called the fire department.  We lived on the 4th floor of an apartment building and the bathroom had a window about 3 feet x 3 feet.  Can you imagine a 200 pound fireman coming through that window.  My sister began screaming at the top of her lungs as he entered and saved both of us.  From that day on I have experienced anxiety attacks whenever in enclosed spaces.

After we left the nest, we seemed to come together more and more.  Sisters are like that sometimes.  It takes a while to realize how important you are to each other.  As we’ve grown older, we’ve taken on the characteristics of our mother – we’ve continued to make each other laugh – we’ve gone through some bad times and some great ones.

I can’t imagine what my life would have been without her.  We now live miles apart, but she will always hold a very special place in my heart.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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