Many years ago when I was very young, around two years old. I vaguely remember seeing my mother standing by the ironing board, an old sprinkler top on a beer bottle, dampening the clothes before ironing. In the background was a record playing probably Elvis or Pat Boone. My mother had shoulder length hair and she was almost always wearing a dress. I remember that she looked very happy as she was sort of moving to the music. I remember this time because this was when she told me that I had a new baby brother or sister coming soon.
A short time after that I had a new baby sister. I remember seeing her in the crib and watched in amazement. As time went on my sister became my playmate we rode tricycles and played with a wagon we had. I remember one time we had to play outside because mom was cleaning the floors in our small apartment. We were playing outside the fenced front yard which we did a lot. For some reason we wanted to go inside. We went through the gate not seeing the two wasp and before we knew it they were buzzing us. We started running for the front door only to find the screen door locked we screamed for mom but it was too late we both got stung.
So goes life, you go along and everything is great then you get stung. My sister was my best friend for many years and has always been a great support system for me. She always believed in me and always thought I was the greatest at what I did. Even when I was up or down.
My sister introduced me to my best friend and wife of thirty five years. My sister is still a great supporter of me. I love her with my heart, thanks for being there for me.
Happy Birthday Cathy
