What we cherish about our siblings.
My Aunt Jacky passed away this morning. She was my mom’s big sister, beloved friend, and occasional nemesis. We all adored her.
I have heard it put that siblings are the only truly lifelong relationships. When I think about my own sister, and the bond between my boys, it breaks my heart to imagine the loss my mom must be feeling. My sister is a part of who I am. Where I came from, she came from. Her memory is a camera set on the same stage at a different angle. It enlarges my perspective, fills in details. Remember that? she says, and sometimes I don’t. But I’m glad someone does.
Do you have any brothers or sisters (or someone who has been close enough, long enough to count as one)? Tell me something you cherish about them.