Family comes in several shapes and sizes.
This is my sister and I a few years ago. She died this past year of breast cancer.
We were very different.
We were 12 years apart, had different fathers and in many ways our mother was very different with each of us. We had different childhoods. We had very different adulthoods.
And yet we were sisters.
We were close like sisters. We especially enjoyed taking vacations together. She was the grandmother to my kids they never had. Although kinda wild for a grandma. We were family.
Family comes in different shapes and sizes.
I thank God for the time I had with my sister.
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