I never see my sister anymore so I thought I’d write an entry about her just to remember the good times.
When I was little and I lived in a different state to my sister, I thought I was so cool because I had a big sister that was a teenager! I hated that she lived so far away and one day after getting into trouble I remember I packed my bags and decided I was going to hitchhike to my big sister. I sat there and cried and just wanted my big sister.
As I got a bit older my sister used to flutter between living with us for a little bit then moving back to her Dads. I hated when she left. I loved when we would pick her up from the train station and she’d have like blue hair or something silly like that.
As I grew she grew as well. She became a Mum. She had her first daughter while she was living with us and this was a happy time yet a sad one because there were complications and my niece ended up in the big city in NICU. I was so happy I was an aunt! I was 8 and I was overjoyed. Thankfully my niece recovered but pretty soon they packed up and moved back to her Dads.
A few years went by and there was another baby on board for my sister. I was yet again overjoyed because the new baby was due around the same time as my birthday. I remember going down the the truck stop on the outskirts of town to use the payphone to call her. My birthday passed and no baby! Lo and behold the second one showed up the next day.
The next time my sister came to visit I was 11 and she had 2 gorgeous daughters who I adored (I was a bit jealous cause they were adorable and had all my sisters attention but I loved them like no other).
My sister taught me how to shave my legs and she even dyed my hair (big trouble for that one) then yet again she was off! Back to QLD and away from us.
When we decided to move to QLD I was so happy that I’d be near my sister and my nieces. I would have her there for everything.
As I grew into a teenager, her and I had our battles, yet to me, she was my big sister, my idol.
I remember lying on the carpet in her living room taking selfies, then when she make them into a scrapbooking page for her album I was overjoyed that she’d included me.
I remember getting scared of freddy movies and sleeping on a mattress on the floor in her and her husbands room.
I remember her moving in with us when she got divorced.
I remember her being there when I wanted to talk about boys.
I remember her threatening to run over this one boy I liked and him never recovering from the experience.
I remember being there when she went through another break up and watching nothing but E!
I remember her lecturing me on things that were silly at the time but make sense now.
I remember her being the best sister anyone could ask for.
My sister is currently having health problems and has 3 teenagers to deal with so we don’t speak as much.
I miss her but I know she’s still there.
So to Kate, Thank you for being my sister.
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for loving me.
I love you.