Been a funny kind of day. Not feeling much like prose, or poetry for that matter. Pictures? I’ve always got a few of those for you.
I was 14 when my baby sister, Sarah, was born. For the next five years we would share a bedroom and I would be her main caregiver when my parents were away working. Then I was gone at 19, out into the big wide world, and out of her world.
Fast forward several years, our family is gathered together for Thanksgiving at home with little Sarah on the right, then brother Chuck, then yours truly… a teenager still.
Not sure of the exact year, but I can usually tell when a photo was taken by the outfit I am wearing in the photo! I remember this dress of mine and I loved that dress. So I think it was taken at around the age of 19 – Sarah must have been around 5:
At 20 I moved down to the D.C. Area, Bill came home from Viet Nam, we got engaged, and at my first wedding Sarah, our flower girl, was 8:
Years later, once I’d moved back to this area and gotten divorced, here we are again, sisters visiting our brother’s home for a holiday:
Another decade goes by, or so, and here we are again, at my second wedding where she was my maid of honor:
Later, another family gathering for a holiday, by now you can spot us – Sarah on the left and me on the right next to Paul.
Sarah and me. A trip down memory lane.