The People I Love Most
Memories |
I think that my parents are/were my greatest love. They loved me no matter what I did. Then I had my own children and I learned of a different love. I understood why my parents loved me know matter what. I think that is how God loves us.
Sometimes you're lucky enough that your family is also your friends. It'll be 21 years this March since my sister Barb died. I miss her so. She was the one sibling who also was my friend. We were in high school together. She was the first of us to become a mom, followed by me.
Having seven brothers and sisters, with fourteen years between them, it's impossible to be 'friends' with them all. I love all of my siblings, no matter what.
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