It was my big sister’s birthday (her 49th). She’s been having a rough last couple of years and we’re all really worried about her (mental and physical health. I’ve talked about her before on Fluther). There seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel for her.
I hadn’t seen her in a month. She has sort of pulled away from family. I miss her dearly and wanted to do something special for her for her birthday. She knew that my girlfriend and I were coming to visit her on Sunday, but, when we came, we brought cake, wine and picked up the most beautiful (large) clay pot, soil, along with a flowering plant to go with it. When I saw the plant, I knew that that was for her. The color and everything about it shouted “Lisa”. It was bright and cheerful, so full of life and reminded me of the sister that I once knew. She loved it.
I also wrote her a poem and picked up a few other things that were “so her”. Things that meant a lot to her. I told her that I’m proud of her and that my Mom would be, too.
I really wanted her to have a great birthday and she said that I made it wonderful. I got to see my niece and according to my sister, I’m the cat’s ass as far as my niece goes. She looks up to me and loves me to bits.
Anyhow, I just wanted to do what I could do to show my sister that she’s loved.
I love her so much.
I blame part of this post on my ovaries.