It’s funny as we grow older, any difference in age matters less. There is 11 years between my sister and I. Some of my earliest memories are of her red shag carpet, zebra print bedspread and the life size poster of Alice Cooper on her closet door. (It was either Alice or David Bowie!) She had long straight hair and wore bell bottom jeans that dragged the ground. One of her friends was called ‘Soup’ because his last name was Campbell! I was just a little kid who really didn’t realize what a great thing a sister was.
Over the years as we both have entered middle age, ( I am on the early portion of middle age by the way!) we have become closer. Even though we live 3,000 mile apart I feel we have connected and have gotten to know each other better. When I was 7 and she was 18 we did not have that much in common except our parents. Now the age difference is not even a factor. We are two sisters, grown women with many of the same concerns, issues, joys, sorrows and loves and I can’t wait to see her in May for my daughter’s (the next generation) graduation!