Sisters Are Friends!
I’ve got two wonderful sisters. Blood friends you could call them. We’re as close as can be even though we live in three different cities. Our relationships with each other are deep and meaningful, yet not identical. Both fill me up and bless my life. They are my always, forever and no-matter-what friends!
My sister Kathy, three years older, has a huge family—three grown sons and 13 grandkids. She still takes time to call me from a jewelry trade show to say she saw my son’s posting on Facebook about something good that happened in his life. She checks in on her way to her from charity board meetings and the jewelry store she’s owned for more than 30 years. I see her when I’m in San Diego and have spent most holidays celebrating at her home with her beautiful brood.
Recently, Kathy bravely dove through the sky for a big birthday, and the entire family showed up to cheer her on—grandbabies and all. She is gutsy, strong and determined. She’s been a rudder in my life, helping me navigate in sudden and persistent storms. I love her values, her sense of humor, and the fact that she has supported my differences. She knows who she is, where she’s going, and she helps me find my way as well.
My sister Karen, six years younger, is the mother of two wonderful sons. Always close, we bonded like never before when I was suddenly single again and she lost her husband to cancer. Alone, we began a ritual that continues some 8 years later of talking just about every single morning on our way to work, even though we are both happily married again. She calls me to keep her company when she’s out walking solo, and I call her to hear her voice when going to and fro.
Karen and I are so alike that I often see—even feel—her when I make certain expressions or gestures. Our voices are identical. When she rants and raves (oh yes you do!), I hear myself. We’re a bit fastidious about our homes and we’re fierce mother bears about our sons at times (oh admit it, we are). That’s why we’re so close as sisters and what makes us such tight friends. We lend a listening ear. We calm each other down. We’re each other’s release valve, supporter and consoler, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. What I say to her stays in the vault. For her sense of humor, her understanding, and the fact that she cares so much about the nuances of my life, I am grateful.
I believe sisters can be friends of the very best kind! I feel so blessed by the love and support Kathy and Karen bring me. And through them, my parents who have passed on, live on!
Are you fortunate to have sisters as friends? If so, share your story with us. We want to be inspired by you!
–Diane
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My sister and I are the best of friends as well and we are the major support system for each of us. Each day we reach out to each other, to or from work, out for a walk or just a brief text message as we feel the need to connect. Although we are 12 years apart, live 2400 miles apart and are 3 time zones apart we are connected!
So awesome, Pat. Thanks for sharing your connection with your sisters with all of us!
I have three younger sisters, and at times they’ve bugged me as much as I’m sure I bugged them. My sister Nancy has been an angel in heaven for 16 years, and I have never stopped missing her. This blog really touched my heart and is a great reminder not to take our loved ones for granted — and to let them know we love them! Thank you!
Thanks you for the words of encouragement, Noonie. I have one sister I am very close to and another that I love but don’t have as intimate a relationship with. Your words are supporting me in giving her a call today. Thank you!
The three of us have always been close and genuinely cared for one another but as time goes on with it’s inevitable twists and turns it has been proven over and over that we three sisters are not only sisters but best friends and confidantes. We don’t always agree or see eye to eye but if there is one thing for certain we are to each other the equivalent of a “mama bear” or I guess I should say a “sister bear”. Always there for one another and each others best cheerleaders! I love and cherish you both!
Sister bear! Love it.
I like that term “sister bear” and being the oldest I often feel more like the “mama bear” not so much in spirit but in age and my perspective and how it differs since I left home while you two got to remain true sisters for a few years.
I like the term “sister bear” although being older I sometimes felt more like a “mama bear” since I left home while you two continued to bond as sisters for a few more years. It is funny how once we all had families the ties became stronger again.
I was blessed with four wonderful sisters (and one brother — how did he sneak in?). Each sister is unique and brings something different to our relationships. We all try to be cheerleaders to each other, sharing in each others joys and accomplishments and offering pep talks when needed. I’m probably closest to my younger sister, Terri. We talk on the phone regularly and have vacationed together with our spouses. She shores me up when I need it and makes me laugh … and sometimes groan. My oldest sister, Jeanne, is the one I often turn to when I’m troubled, though. She’s a sort of mom replacer, since our mother died 10 years ago. The sister four years older than me, Jackie, truly marches to her own drum, and we love her for that. And then there’s the second from the oldest, Karen, a seeking sort of soul who loves to discuss herbal treatments, crop circles and mediums. I always love talking and laughing with her.
Such great sister as friends stories, Vicki. When we lose our Moms, sisters really help fill the void. Each of your sisters offers you a unique perspective and connection. You are, indeed, fortunate!