Sisters

By now you will know that I used to have two biological sisters. Unfortunately, the elder one died last year. How I miss that gal!

Over the years our friendship grew and I often think this quote by Christina Rosette (English Poet1830-1894) was penned just for we three sisters.

“For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather,
to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray,
to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.“

However, I have so many memories of my big sister (14 months older than me), both as we were growing up, sharing our lives and a bedroom until I moved out to marry my DYS (Dashing Young Scotsman), and then later on during my trips to California to see her.

Mother with her three girls. Christine on Mother’s right, Marianne on her lap and then me.
Probably in 1942.

And what you may ask of my other sister? She was younger than us, three and a half years younger than me, and how big that difference was when we were young. We didn’t include her in our activities always thinking her ‘the baby’. That of course, changed as we grew into women. We lived on three different continents for most of our lives but managed to keep in touch, originally by snail mail and the occasional phone call ( wildly expensive 50 plus years ago) and then we welcomed the internet with open arms.

I have written so often in my other blog about this special relationship between women. Indestructible, strong and firm as only such a relationship can be. A sister is a special kind of friend.  Even if we do not see each other often, we know we are there in spirit for each other.

I also have a couple of sisters of choice in the blogosphere, neither of whom I have ever met in person {and probably never will} but with whom I share so many things; what we have done, how we have done it and everyday things that we share. You of course know Chris, the other half of this blog, but do you know Dor?

Dor lives with Bill her husband of 60-plus years in rural Virginia, in the Shenandoah Valley in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Dor was born in the same year as me but so very far away. She met and married her Bill at about the same time that I met my DYS. Over the blogosphere, Dor and I have laughed and made comments at how alike our lives have been in different parts of the world. Visit Dor of Virginia Views and get to know her too.

And Chris. Close as any biological sister, with whom I share the daily happenings in my life. We laugh, joke, tell stories to each other and sometimes have even cried together – her brother died, my sister died. Who else would we share these raw emotions with!

Do you have sisters? If not I hope you can find one or even two unbiological sisters.

And the last quote for the day from Clara Ortega

“To the outside world, we all grow old. 
But not to brothers and sisters.
We know each other as we always were. 
We know each other’s hearts.
We share private family jokes. 
We remember family feuds and secrets,
family griefs and joys. 
We live outside the touch of time.”

Enjoy time with and love your family. Who knows how long we will have them in this world.

That’s it for today from a cold, winters day in New Zealand

June 15, 2022

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