I was just remembering the life that my sister and I shared for so many years. As I mentioned yesterday, she passed away just six months ago. She had always been there as long as I can remember because she was 8 years older than I, almost to the day. We both had May birthdays, hers came 9 days after mine. All her life, she was a care-giver, in both the literal and figurative sense of the word. She cared about and cared for other people.
Margaret Elizabeth had a profound effect on the lives of others, myself included. She repeated eighth grade, not because she needed to, but because my mother wanted her there to watch over me when I was in first grade. (She never let me forget what she had done for me. ha.) She had to quit school after eighth grade, because she would have had to ride a bus a long distance to go, and Mom didn't want her doing that. I never really understood why she was reluctant to let Margaret go.
Margaret was the one who led me to the Lord when I was barely fourteen, during a revival service in church. For that, I will be eternally grateful. The picture above was taken a few years after I was married, I think probably about 1955. Margaret was always willing to help when ever and where ever she could.
She came several times to Indiana, where my first husband and I lived for about 8 years. Margaret came to help me when both my children were born. She knew a little more about "birthin' babies" than I did, even though she had never had any of her own. We shared a lot of laughs over the years over things that took place in our lives.
She is the only blood sister that I ever had, even though I have considered many friends that I have and have had as sisters. I miss being able to call her and talk to her. I miss being able to call in the winter time when it is snowing and tell her, "It's a fallin'". She would reply, "Yep, it sure is".
I miss her....
More tomorrow about Margaret.
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing out for now.