I just finished reading a blog written by my sister and it started my mind racing. . My sister is a year older than I am and she doesn’t know how important she is in my life. This blog is written as a tribute to her and a reminder of how important she has been and will always be in my life. Throughout the years, I’ve had ups and downs but my sister has constantly been at my side, not always physically but always mentally. When I married, I moved to Ontario and I missed my sister terribly. I was young then and able to deal with home sickness by emersing myself in my life as a married woman and adjusting to an entirely new way of life. Today, I am older, more inciteful, and appreciative of the many, wonderful things I’ve had in my life.
From the time I was a little girl, I have always looked up to my sister. As far as I was concerned, she could do no wrong. Let anyone dare speak badly of her and I would rise to her defence like a ferocious mother lion. In return, she looked after me and did all she good to ensure that my childhood would be wonderful! I remember it as such so she accomplished what she set out to do. My sister is beautiful, smart and caring and I appreciate her so much!
During many of the years I was away, I managed to return to Newfoundland around September, the month both of us were born. During these visits, we would jointly celebrate our birthdays on September 2nd, her actual birthdate. Mine followed on Sept 18th. These were always joyous occasions for me shared with our mother and bringing happiness to all of us. We would reminisce over things from our childhood, share life experiences, and enjoy the best food available.
My sister and I wanted our children to know each other and even though distance was prohibitive, we often arranged summer vacations so we could all be together. How much I enjoyed that! I have so many happy memories!
One of my fondest memories is one where my sister and I shared a painful experience in our lives. We decided to go to a beach in the St. John’s area, accompanied by one of my sister’s friends, to simply sit on a rock and enjoy the hypnotic sounds of the waves beating against the rocks. It was exhilerating, yet soothing, and I walked away from there with a new appreciation of nature’s power. It is a memory that I’ve replayed over and over in my mind!
When my husband and I retired to Newfoundland, I was so excited that I was finally going to be in the same province as my sister. She even came to Ontario, at my request, to drive my car back home. We were anticipating a nice, easy going pace, as we travelled through the provinces. Unfortunately, our mother had a fall and was admitted to hospital the day before we left Ontario so we drove with a sense of urgency. We did have to overnight in New Brunswick, however, and enjoyed a wonderful night in a beautiful Bed and Breakfast. In spite of the emergency of our travel, we had a wonderful time together and I fondly recall the experience.
Now, my sister and I are living in Newfoundland but are still separated by distance. She lives in St. John’s and my husband and I live in Grand Falls -Windsor. It is a shorter distance, however, and we are more easily able to get together. She told me once that I was her best friend and I have never forgotten that. She was and is the best sister ever.