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Sunday, October 27, 2013

More Than Sisters

Labor Day, 1964 - Sarah & Barbara, ages 6 and 3
How did you relate with your siblings as a child? And now?

My Uncle Ed recently gave me an envelope of old photos I hadn't seen before. I don't have many pictures of me as a little girl, so as you can imagine, I treasure every one. I think this one is my favorite. 

Here I am, the big sister. Protective. Reassuring. I would always look out for my little sis. 

And now, we're in our fifties, both grandmothers. I'm still the big sister, I guess. But in reality, the years between us have disappeared. Though separated by miles and life experience, we're still two girls walking hand in hand, leaning on each other, reassuring each other, praying for each other.

Recent photo ( by Kim Passetti)
It seems we've partnered more the last few years as our parents have gotten older. Our sweet mom battled ovarian cancer for nearly two years before she slipped away from us. We miss her in different and similar ways all at once. Our strong dad just had triple bypass surgery. Our commitment to care for both of them has brought us together more often. I'm the daughter who lives nearby, drives the six miles almost daily to check in, and makes the calls or runs the errands. Barb, on the other hand, takes the train or plane all the way from Indiana to stay around the clock for several weeks at a time. 

We're as united as the photos show. I'm grateful for all Barb has meant to me over the years. I admire her commitment, her faith, her love for God's Word, her sweet spirit, and her willingness to sacrifice. I'm glad we look out for each other . . .

We're more than sisters. We're friends.


  1. How precious you are to each other. How fortunate too. Your parents set an example for you both during your childhood.Remember the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Blessings to each of you. And thank you for sharing. Grace, Vi

    1. Thank you, Vi. You raise a good point. We did have a good sense of family growing up. I remember my mom saying to us, "No bickering." And that was that! My best to you . . .

  2. I loved this post, Sarah. Such sweet pictures! Love seeing you as a child. :)

  3. What a fun post, Sarah. And I'll bet Barb feels the exact same way.