Memorable Monday: Words for Sisters

“Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.” — anthropologist Margaret Mead

In 2010, Kathy and I attended the Westminster Dog Show. This photo was taken outside Sardi's where we attended the luncheon of the Alliance of Purebred Dog Writers.

In 2010, Kathy and I attended the Westminster Dog Show. This photo was taken outside Sardi’s where we attended the luncheon of the Alliance of Purebred Dog Writers.

(Editor’s Note: Lady Louise is generously granting her Editorial Assistant, Mom Karen, the opportunity to share the meaning of the love of sisters during this special week when we focus on “love.”)

Fifty one years ago this week, a seven-pound baby came into this world. She was my sister. When I knew that my mother was going to have a baby, I announced that I wanted a sister. Although my mother tried to prepare me for the possibility of having a brother, I knew that I would have a sister.

My intuition, as it has been over the years, was correct. My sister, Kathy Elise Petit, was born.

I loved her more than anyone can imagine. I remember waking up at nights and finding my mother feeding the new baby. I was the one whom Mother would send out in the afternoons to go and retrieve Kathy from playing a friend’s house so that we could have dinner. I coached her for her beauty pageant interviews, and she absorbed the information so well — but always with wit — that she always stood out in the crowd. I marveled at the way that she had not a malicious cell in her body. She had an amazing ability to forgive those who wronged her, and her kindness was genuine.

The loss of my beautiful Kathy three months ago yesterday has damaged my heart more than any disease. For more than 50 years, she was my heart. Kathy was the first person I loved after my parents. Ours was a bond that could not be broken no matter how many harsh words were spoken, no matter who came and went in our lives. Kathy and I grieved the death of our Mother,worried over the declining health of our Dad and laughed often about the silly things in life that we confronted. And we also shed tears. And hugs.

Four years ago this week, Kathy and I attended the Westminster Dog Show. It was one of the best times that we ever had as sisters. I am so grateful for that wonderful trip when we overdosed on our love for dogs, ate great food, bought matching coats for Louise and Dixie and laughed until our sides hurt. We talked about going again this year to the show. It was not to be. Our trip to Westminster was the only one that we would take together.

No matter how much I tried, I could not protect my younger sister from of the cuts and bruises and hard knocks in life. But sisters do want that, because as they get older that bond does grow strong along with the love!

And that is why, as Margaret Mead said, sisters have such undeniable strength.

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