Today is my sister’s eightieth birthday. She is celebrating with the friends and family who are blessed to be there…I wish I could. Thankfully, I was able to spend time with her during my recent visit home to the South. We had a wonderful time as always. She gave Sharon and me another lesson on how to make her famous Southern cornbread, roast and gravy. Try as I might, mine will never taste as good.
I was almost three years old when she and her husband married. We were living in Memphis at the time, and the newlyweds were living in Mississippi. Her husband was working for the railroad at the time. They would travel by train every weekend so my sister “could come see her baby sister”.
She has always been there for me and for anyone who needed her. Her heart is made of gold.
Happy birthday, Sis. I love you.
Throughout the years, we’ve always had a photo of the “four sisters” made at every occasion. This one is one of my favorites and sits on my desk…