I read a really great line on the Internet somewhere today…
“that’s the trouble with being capable in a crisis – you tend to get handed a lot of crises.”
This has to have been written for my sister.
I have never met anyone as capable as my sister. She is warm and kind and funny and generous and the first person anyone should call in a crisis.
She’s a teacher, a counsellor, an international traveller and the brave stay-at-home mother of, count ’em, four children… and she still periodically offers to take my three to give me a break!
I have complained here more than once about the number of crises I have had to face over the past decade, but I’ve got nothing on this woman.
She too has faced the terminal illness and death of both her parents but she had two kids with disabilities
in that time period and a few other personal events that I don’t feel are mine to share here.
She has weathered these traumatic events with poise and grace, with courage and perseverance that I can only envy… and after four kids she’s even still thin!
I had my coffee this morning looking at the beautiful bouquet of flowers my sister sent on the day the house transferred. I couldn’t get out of my own way enough to call and she how she was taking it, but she had the foresight to send me flowers.
Within all this loss, there are things for which to be grateful. I have friends who barely speak to their siblings but I have a sister who is my best friend.
I may not have much family left, but I have her and that’s enough.