This wee baby turned 66 this morning. She’s like me, though. These days it’s not a happening thing. We live in a world of nonexistence now, both of us.
I felt responsible for her for the first 15 years. I remember reading Dr. Seuss to her when I was small, but she was smaller. We rode tricycles together, shared bedrooms frequently, and she covered me many times during my years of rebellion. We have always been close.
Tom took over responsibility in high school. He has been her husband since she was 19. He’s a wonderful man.
Her life has had ups and downs. Whose hasn’t? But we have all come through it. I love her to the ends of the universe and beyond. Everyone should have such a beautiful, loving, and kind sister.
A very merry unbirthday to you, Edie!