Over
the years, every family member (dead and alive) has gotten a letter written
about and to them except you. I’m not sure why that is, but I want to correct
that right now. Like the Virgin Mary, you were chosen for a very unique
assignment—being my younger sister.
Over
the years, our shared good (and bad) memories have intertwined together so
completely that it’s difficult to tell where one of us begins and the other
ends.
Though
my immediate family (including the three Chihuahuas) are the cogs of my daily
life, I’ve often pictured you (in the long run) as God’s personal assistant (as
He weaves the tapestry of my life). Your sisterly advice to God might go like
this, “God are You sure about that? He’s going to get rather grouchy if You
make that choice. It will be hell for my sister-in-law and niece.”
I
hope you always know I am here for you 24/7. You have enriched my life more
than you can imagine. I can’t imagine my world without you. Truly, you are the onion
dip to my potato chips. I’m so happy you have always cherished me-- warts and
all. It’s time to sign off.
Love,
Your
Oldest Brother
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