This little girl tagged along with me for many years. Some times it drove me crazy, especially when me and the boys wanted to play in the creek. I was her protectorate and guardian during our entire childhood (and it is amazing some of the stupid stuff I got her to do didn’t get us both killed).
I have shot her with BB guns more times than I can count.
I once was playing darts in the basement, and she would wait until I threw the dart, then run in front of the dart board. Once, I acted like I would throw it, waited a second for her to run, then threw it (it stuck in her head).
She and I (along with our cousin, Dennice) were digging a hole with a hoe. I would hit the ground with the hoe, she and my cuz would reach in and take out the dirt. My cousin, accidentally hit my sister when I was in a down-swing, and I buried the hoe into my sister’s head (had to go to the hospital for that one).
We once caught the entire woods behind the house on fire, nearly causing us to burn down our house. Firemen saved it just in the nick of time.
An older friend convinced us that we could mix tea and coffee together, smoke it and get high. We tried it and got sick.
When I was 8, she and I skipped school and stole the VW, driving it all over the little lake community we lived at (yes, I could drive at 8).
When I was 9 or 10, we went into an old farmhouse that had been converted by some young thugs into a “get high house”. They caught us as we were running away by shooting a shotgun over our heads and capturing the guy with us; then called the law, which, in turn, took my sister and I to the jailhouse for a “tour” (scaring the crapola out of us).
She and I played trumpets. When I was a senior (she was a sophomore), she and I played a duet on the football field during halftime. I had played many solos, etc, but that was one performance I was truly proud of and have never forgotten.
When she was 8.5 months pregnant, she drove up on a car wreck I had been in, which broke my knee and hurt the two girls in the other car pretty badly. She waited with me until the ambulance came to get me (having left me on the side of the road when they took the other two girls to the hospital before me). At the time, my sis was housing me and was under tremendous stress, but she took care of me, until I could manage on my own.
She went thru a horrible divorce (her husband, who once was my best friend, did her wrong). She has since worked harder than anyone I know to take care of her two children as their dead beat Dad married the woman he had the affair with, sold everything they had worked to acquire (my sister making most of the money and having the best job) and bought a beer store in another county… leaving them all on their own. She has put one thru school and she finishes her degree in a couple of weeks (Resource Management).
This is the most truthful, caring, dedicated, hard-working woman I ever knew in my life. Period.
I could go on and on about how wonderful my little sister is. I truly feel as if she is one of the finest people who has graced me with their love and kindness. AND, she is my sister, to boot.
So, to you, my wonderful little sister, it’s a miracle that you even made it with me watching out after you. You should know that you are the one person in my life in which I can count on in any circumstance.
I love you.
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