How lucky am I to have so many sisters (and a brother of course) but this post is about sisters. Altogether I count 6 of them. Now one speaks sometimes about her 'blood family' (son and grandchild) and from this I believe she doesn't feel as loved by me as my 'real' sisters. What codswallop! This sister, my eldest sister Edith, is a sister - no 'step' word, no 'half' sister, she is MY sister. So we have different mothers - we are still sisters. She was there for me from the time I was born. Always looked out for me and loved me more than my mother. That is a fact and she is so very loved. Yesterday I told her I had a need to see her soon. Since she moved away I have missed her. And another sister, Diana. Closer in age and another much loved sister. Who else is holding the fort looking after 6 guinea-pigs, 2 cats (complete with litter trays) and a tank of fish. Couple this with travelling through England and Wales to do look after this menagerie together with my daughter's home while my daugher is away with her family - who is she doing it for? Me, her sister of course! So that my daughter can have a holiday to relieve some of the stress she is under and before she comes home to take up her new job. And I hold a key to this sister's home so we can use it for a break, even while she is away. Diana, you are much loved - but you know that.
Sally now - another sister (no 'in-law' title here although she is married to my brother). She is my sister too and has been for over 40 years. Someone to laugh with, share with, shop with (more handbags Sally??) and then we have Geraldine, Dawn and Caralyn, Neil's sisters and mine too. Always there. Geraldine who told me on my wedding day how glad she was that I was marrying her brother. So we are all sisters and all much loved. I hope that I am half the sisters that they are to me
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