My sister, Carol, with her grandson, Pierson, a few years back.

They say you can’t choose your family, but if it were possible, I’m sure I’d pick this amazing woman to be my sister – hands down.  We’ve been part of each others’ lives for 71 years.  She’s the kind of person you can be away from for a long time and then pick up where you left off in just a heartbeat.

She inherited all the good stuff from our parents – her good looks, her personality, her creative, decorating style, her laughter, her humor, her joy for life and determination.  Both of us come from a long line of strong individualists. We don’t usually get on a bandstand to voice our opinions, but we genuinely have them.

She arrived in my life when I was almost five years old.  By that time I had carved a niche for myself within the entire family and was the only grandchild on both sides.  In other words, I was spoiled rotten.  My first inclination was to run away from home because she’d stolen the limelight.  There I stood in my chenille bathrobe and slippers, carrying my little suitcase and teddy bear, ready to walk out.  Even at an early age, I was very dramatic.

I’m glad I stuck around though, because she and I hit it off pretty good for the most part.  Unfortunately I wasn’t a very good sister to her.  I made her sit in the back of the bus when we rode to school so I could be alone with my friends.  I was jealous of her popularity.  I couldn’t fit into her clothes because she was such a petite little thing.  When you think about it, I was a crummy sister, but she still loved me in spite of it.  That’s what family love is all about – unconditional.

Today I thank God for bringing her into my life, because without her, part of me would not exist. I love you, Sis and Happy Birthday!

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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 Amazon.com.
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  1. Happy Birthday to Carol! ❤ and hugs to you, Kathy! Despite the typical sibling hiccups along the way, I think you were a great big sister!

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I miss her so much. She lives in Tennessee and I in Minnesota so we don’t get together much, but when we do it’s always a blast❤️


  2. I wish I had had a sister—and that she would have been like you and Carol!!!

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