The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.
Getting Older. It's something we all do. We have a birthday every year, we celebrate what our lives have brought that year. Typically, we celebrate with family.
|My sister, Shana, and I. Laughing.|
|And, she would say, "And yet, I'm still younger than you!"|
|I didn't always tease her. I was actually quite protective of her.|
In a month, I'll run my first marathon. My sister won't be the obnoxious short girl in the feather boa, tutu and cowbells cheering like a maniac as I come around a corner. But, she would have been.
|Shana wearing ALL her Christmas Gifts one year.|
Today, not so much. Today, it's "Avery would've loved her crazy Aunt Shana".
It's "Shana should have thanked me in an academy award speech by now". All of them thought with copious amounts of tears. It's not fair that Avery has to grow up without all the crazy experiences and opinions Shana would have exposed her to. It's not fair that I don't have my sister to call when I've just had a bad day and need someone to snap me out of it.
I hate knowing that I am a very different person today than I was the last time I spoke with my sister. Would she even recognize the woman I've become?
Happy Birthday Little Sister. I love you so much. And my heart breaks whenever I focus on the fact that you simply aren't here.
|Shana and I, Summer 1996.|
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
- Iris Murdoch