I love my sister. I miss my sister. I appreciate my sister. No one can ever replace my sister.
Recently I've been battling some feelings of regret. Regret that I wasn't nicer, kinder, or more loving to my sister when we were growing up. I think back on the times I forbade her to join me and my friends, when I guilt tripped her for things beyond her control, and when I was just downright mean, and I feel a great sense of remorse.
In the last couple of years, my sister and I have bonded in a way that only soul mates can understand. Our individual circumstances allowed us to discover a newfound respect and admiration for each other. I began to see my sister in a different light. I saw the hidden heartache she carried with her, because she was always compared to me. I saw the sacrifices she made, so that I could achieve more. I saw her quiet strength and resilience that were always overshadowed by my prettier and better packaged image.
My sister is my hero, and she is my greatest teacher. And I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize this, but I promise never to cast her aside again.
For everyone who shares a bond with a sibling, don't wait for a moment of clarity or some big event to begin appreciating them. Love them and cherish them today, and everyday forth. Thank you Lizzie for being my sister. I'm glad you're mine.
