Monthly Archives: July 2015

My Sister, June

After a two week illness, my sister, June passed away Saturday evening.  Today, I’m sharing some of my memories of her.

She was 16 when I was born.

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She married at a young age, and was a mom herself by the time I was two-and-a-half.  Because of our age difference, in my childhood memories, she was my mom’s “generation”, and her children seemed more like my siblings.

My niece, Barb, and me

My youngest niece, Barb, and me

She encouraged me to read and helped me with school projects. She knitted sweaters for me, and, with the leftover yarn, knitted matching coats for my Barbies.

Summers meant days spent at her house, us children playing outside while she and my mom visited.  Thanksgivings and Christmases were celebrated there, too.

When I was a teenager, she made a pantsuit with a Nehru jacket for me. (Is that telling my age?) And later, at my request, a red velvet cape (don’t judge).

As the years passed, our age difference mattered less and less, and our sisterly relationship developed. Although our views on everything weren’t always the same, I always knew she “had my back”, and would be there for me if I needed her.

I’ll miss our daily emails, and her sweet comments on my Facebook and blog posts.

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Since news of her passing, I have been overwhelmed with all the heartfelt comments from my friends, my blogging friends on Facebook, as well as June’s online friends in her knitting forums.

She obviously touched many lives, including mine….right from the beginning.

The next few days will be busy ones, so this will be my only blog post this week.

~These Days Of Mine~