Tomorrow is Feb 25. Seven years since my dearest sister passed from this life into the next. Seven long years that still tear my soul apart at times. I miss her so much. She was my confidante in so much. She loved my kids with a fierceness, and I knew she would always appreciate a good kid-related story.
I was always able to be just who I was when I was with her. Not only was that okay, it was perfect. She loved me as I was at all times, and always believed the best in me. Do you know how badly you want to make someone like that proud?
I still want to make her proud. I miss her like crazy. My heart aches every day.
|My sister on the right. A much younger me on the left.|
So, tomorrow, our family will continue our tradition of St. SzuSzu's Day, and eat Peeps, in honor of my sister, Susan. It was a family joke, as she once bit the heads of of the Peeps in every Easter basket when she was about 4 years old. She also liked Peeps.
So, in honor of her spirit, I urge you to pick up some Peeps for Feb. 25. Eat them - this is important - heads first!
And most of all, enjoy!