Five daughters. Five adults. Five sisters. Mary. Pat. Carol. Liz. Cathy.

Monday morning, June 29^th,  2015 the oldest of us had a heart attack a day after surgery and she did not survive. Mary was a born again Christian and she found love, family, comfort and joy within her church. She left this world knowing she was loved by the family she created.

 

Mary didn’t have a lot in the way of material possessions. She had a couple of dogs whom she adored, a few good friends, a few pieces of furniture and a firm belief she knew where she was going when she died. I think if you could ask her she would say she died rich.

 

One of my sisters commented that when you lose a sibling, your world shifts and it does. Any of us could be angry with the other, gripe and complain but no one else was granted the same privilege. We loved and fought with each other through childhood, teen years, adulthood. No one else knows your history like a sister.  No one else understands you like a sister. No one else can make you as happy or as angry or as sad as a sister.

My oldest sister is gone. We didn't always get along but I miss her. It didn't matter if we talked, I knew where she was, I knew she was in this world, I knew she was there. Now she is not.

 

One of my sisters pointed out we all need to make an effort to stay in touch, to take the time to be sisters. We live different lives but she is right, we need to make the effort. As she noted, there were five of us, now there are four. There will never be five again.

 

Four daughters. Four adults. Four sisters. Pat. Carol. Liz. Cathy.

 

Good bye Mary. We loved you.