Sister Act

Someone always told me to take care of my sister. That she was all I had, that we didn't have a father and we didn't have a mother all we had was each other. I took those words to heart and ran with them. Realized that she was all I had and at times I was all she had. Did some crazy things as a big sister, I am sure I am not the only big sister that has. And as much as she may think that I have helped her, she has helped me even more. Help me realize what life is really about, what anger really feels like, what love really feels like, what patience really feels like, what annoying really feels like, what laughter really feels like... She taught me all these things before I had kids, a husband, responsibilities... I learned these things from my little sister. She is strong like bull, at times wise like owl, fast like ninja, ready like rabbit. She is beautiful and not just on the eyes, on your heart too. When she gives 100% nothing can top her. When I think she's mad at me, my day goes sour. When she was gone, so was a part of me and I fought like hell to get her back. Her laughter is contagious, obnoxious and melodious.

To hell and back we have been together, abandoned, ran wild, ran away, ran to, held hands, lost hands, found them again. Found hope, lost hope and found it again... There are very few keys to my heart, (about 4 to be exact), and she has one of them. She pisses me off with an anger only a scorned lover can have, an anger I have only felt for two people. With that same strength, the love I have for her is indescribable, profound, and endless... she holds a rank in my life that not really anyone else does aside from my babies and my husband and for all of these things I am most grateful to God that He has chosen me to spend her life with, to walk side by side in the highs and the lows, to hold her up when she feels down, to make her smile when she wants to cry, to make her feel empowered when she feels defeated, to update my Facebook every time we do something NEATO together...

Sister to sister we will always be, a couple of nuts off the family tree.

Happy Birthday Sistah Gordy Sac... May God bless you and your minions and may you spend many more of your birthdays right behind mine... forever. cause I'm first the worst and your second the best.... SIKE!

Sista, you've been on my mind

Sista, we're two of a kind

So, sista, I'm keepin' my eye on you.

I betcha think I don't know nothin'

But singin' the blues, oh, sista,

Have I got news for you, I'm something,

I hope you think that you're something too

Scufflin', I been up that lonesome road

And I seen alot of suns going down

Oh, but trust me,

No-o low life's gonna run me around.

So let me tell you something Sista,

Remember your name, No twista

Gonna steal your stuff away, my sista...

She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you still. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your student, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, and even your shrink...

Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.To the outside world we all grow old. But not our sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.