My Sister Kathy

Can your best friend also be a sister? I am the sister elder to four women. They are all my friends. But only one is my best friend. She's only two years younger than me but often acts older and wiser than me.

As a child Kathy always knew what she wanted. If her crayon broke, she managed to swap for my unbroken one. If she wanted to know where the Christmas presents were hidden, she'd cajole me into helping her look for them. If her room was messy (it still is), she'd make me help clean it up or we would not get to go to the movies.

Kathy is a natural leader. At preschool graduation, there is a picture of Kathy showing fellow grads how to stand in line. She managed to keep my quiet-not too interested in mingling self included with her friends.

Kathy had a successful career with AT&T where she managed large numbers of employees. She could sell telephone services to a company that did not know they had a need.

Whenever I am down, Kathy picks me up. She unselfishly helps our parents, her friends and neighbors. I miss her everyday but thank you Mr. Bell for your wonderful telephone invention.

Sunday is Kathy's birthday. I have her card on my desk in Ohio and she is in California. So the post office will make extra money if the card is to be on time.

I am starting today thankful for my sister and my best friend.