Tribute to a Sister
We looked alike…
I can’t remember life without her being in it–she’s younger than me by 22 months. We looked alike–at least to those who weren’t family–and our names got mixed up, too. She was sometimes called by my name, sometimes they called me by hers.
We shared secrets and sadness…
She was a ready playmate. Always there. Growing up, we shared the same room and often the same bed. She makes me laugh. We were “the girls”. Our mom dressed us alike and later we borrowed each other’s clothing. We still like to shop together–she’s always finding good stuff for me. She’s my beauty consultant. There were some tussles as youngsters, but I don’t recall any fights or arguments past our teens. There was loyalty–and still is. We shared secrets and sadness–then and now.
She’s a gift!
Eileen is beautiful on the outside and inside too. She is fiercly loyal and a patriot, and smart, too. I’m proud of her. Best of all though, is our shared faith in Jesus. If I need prayer, she’s the first person I call or text. What a gift my sister is. I love each of my other four sibs, but today, Eileen, I honor you! I don’t want to think about separation in this life–I can’t imagine life without you, but I know this isn’t the end–we’ll share eternity together in Heaven!
Happy Birthday, Sis!