My mother adored all of her sisters, and cherished the relationships always. Her sisters provided her with love and strength and support, from the time when she was a young girl with a very sick mother and Phil would sub in as her mother figure, to her early married life when Sue and Alice propped her up when she felt like she was failing as a wife and mother, to middle and old age when they were together less often, but always smiling and laughing about the old times.
Alice, Sue and Dale early 1940’s
My mother has three sisters and so do I. We don’t always see eye to eye, and our expectations for each other are often too high. My sisters took care of me when I was truly the baby, indulged and spoiled me, and helped me more times than I can count. I love my sisters and am thankful for having them in my life, for even through those times when we are distant physically or emotionally, nothing will sever the ties we share.