You Can't Pick Your Sister, Thank God!

Things have been hard around here for the last few years,but now we are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. One of the best things that came from the last few years is the fact, that I have my sister. She is older than me, much, but I won't tell you how old she really is, let's just say..........never mind, she wouldn't like to be called GEEZER. Ha ha that was a joke. I always remind her that she is older, and she doesn't really mind.
Tc is the voice of wisdom, she is a shinning example of how life should be lived. Her sense of right and wromg are never out of wack, and her humor is always under the surface. Her husband is without a doubt a rock. He is strong, strict, imposing, but the most genlte human being that I know. He also has a wacky sense of humor, and patience that goes on and on forever.
My children are well protected when the are with them. The kids aren't only physically protected, they are emotionally protected too. They feel safe and comfortable with their aunt and uncle. Of course they are spoiled rotten by the two of them, but that is understandable. Tc is my middle son's godmother, and Tom is my youngest (the girl's) godfather. They never talk down to my children, they speak to them not around them, and children sense when they are included. They know that they are always included, no matter what is going on..........
I never fail to hear from my sister, she always calls to see how I am or how the kids are or how "things" are around here.
When I was little she took me to football games, at the high school, my brother in law was a player. When they got married, I was a flower girl. When my brother in law went to Vietnam, my sister moved back into the house with us, and she always was there for me. My sister has an album of pictures that she sent to my brother in law there, and most of them are of the two of us. In the back of my mind, I have an image, my sister standing in my bedroom, looking out of the windows, crying, worring about her husband.Me not knowing what to doI just hugged her legs. That and the fact that when my mother had to work nights, my sister let me stay up with her to watch Hawwaii five o on tv with her are the only memories that have been retained of that period of time. I remember when my brother in law came home, my sister wasn't there anymore, she was in California. Then I remember her comming back, to New Jersey. Then back home to rent an apartment here, and my nephew was born .
After that I don't remember being without her.
Now I can't imagine what I would have done at all without her. If it wasn't for Tc I may have gone insane a few years ago. Without me teooing her, she knew I needed her, and she made things better. I can never ever repay those kindnesses, but I can let her know how much I love her and do appreciate the fact that she is always there.