Today is my older (and only) sister's birthday. We were born just 20 months apart. Since I can remember, she has been my confidant, my role model, and my mentor. Growing up, she was the one who "broke the path" so to speak. She fought to gain rights for me that I naturally took for granted (wearing makeup, driving, when to date etc). I was the quiet, shy and plain sister who was pretty much satisfied with the status quo. I could never pull off any new hairstyle, outfit or look. She was the one who introduced me to music (other than Bill Anderson and Mario Lonza that my parents listened to). She literally "dressed" me for my first high school dance (rolled hair, make up, party dress). She bought my first restaurant pizza for me, set me up on a few blind dates, and pushed and pulled me to "normal". I believe that she also introduced me to the joys of "adult" literature (you know the books like "Love Story" and " Mr and Mrs. Bo Jo Jones". ) Where would I be without her? I am not sure. . . but I know this for certain: my life has been a lot more fun, adventurous and full with her in it.
When my mother was dying of breast cancer, my sister and brother and I formed a triangle of support and care for each other and my father. Shortly after my mom died, I found a lump under my arm. In my paranoid state, I was convinced that I also had breast cancer. Through a snow storm, my husband drove me 300 miles so I could be with my sister. There is just something about a sister's love and care, about sister's common bonds and experiences that cannot be duplicated.
I could go on and on, but I won't. I just want to wish her a very happy birthday, and thank her publicly for everything she has done for me, and all that she has meant to me. I love you Debbie!