If we’re lucky, we make a friend we can say anything to. A friend who’s seen us at our worst and inexplicably loves us still. A friend who knows where the bodies are buried, because she picked the spot and brought a backhoe.
I’m exceptionally lucky, because I’ve got three. Over the last twenty years, we’ve seen each other through bad grades and breakups and betrayals, through the loss of parents and the longing for children. We’ve laughed and cried and mourned together, and we always know when to show up bearing chocolate.
One of my sisters lost a family member last night, and though I can’t be there to hug her in person, I hope she can feel how much I love her all the same. If you can, please spare a thought for her, as well. Sisters have to stick together.
Tell me about your sisters, be they biological or spiritual. How have they helped you through the tough times? How do you celebrate the good ones? What does sisterhood mean to you?