I am told there is a bond held by sisters that is unbreakable.  An undying strength that carries women through the darkest of times.  Sisters may fight like alley cats through their teenage years, but they always seems to help each other through the worst of it.  I have two daughters, shown here at 2.5 and 0.5 They are complete opposites in every way.  One likes crunchy peanut butter, the other smooth.  One has to have two blankets at night, the other kicks them all off.  I watch them with envy though, because they do share something I lacked growing up.  

See, I was the only girl with 4 brothers.  Of course, two older brother and two little brothers so I got the "best" of both worlds.  My afternoons involved fighting and wrestling, climbing trees, and did I mention fighting?

Other women tell me their stories about playing ponies or Barbie with their sisters. Sharing a room with their sisters was like having a slumber party every night.  They would share their dreams and goals, stories about their dates and first kisses, braid each other's hair and share each other's outfits.  Sure, they fought a lot (and emphasize a LOT) but when they needed advice, their sisters were there to call on and help them through it. 

When their was a family feud, a sister was there to mend the pieces and smooth things over.  Caring and nurturing come into play and hard feelings leave quickly. 

When a baby is born, sisters are there to help anyway they can.  "Aunties" always bring the best gifts, no matter how much or how little it cost.  It was always just what you needed. 

When you are in a pinch, you know your sister (even though she has troubles of her own) is there to watch the kids, or babysit, or loan you a twenty until you're back on your feet.  

I just wanted to dedicate this to all the sisters out there.   Even though I may not have grown up with a sister, I now share the title with 7 women, 3 are the wives of my brothers, and 4 of my husband's sisters.  He grew up with four sisters, no brothers, so I guess we are even.

My husband and I lost a sister this week to breast cancer.  She had just turned 50.  She was a second mother to my husband, and the older sister I always wished I had.  She always so thoughtful, considerate and sweet.  Always willing to help, no matter what her circumstances were, always giving of herself, her time and her money.  Rest in Peace, Terry Lynn, The world will surely miss you.