Never alone

Jan 3 2019

When I was born, my sister Mary Beth was a little over a year old. As a result, all my memories from childhood involve two people.
Imagine never being alone, or lonely, or thinking you didn’t have a friend. We were raised as if we were twins. But we were so different. Mary was the pretty one, I was cute. She had gentle softness, I had round, rosy cheeks that would have made Santa Claus jealous. Other than that, Mom made sure that we were equal in our opportunities, possessions and love.
Poor Mary had to have a little sister who thought she was the same age.
But for this reason, all my memories can be shared. We went to the same events, can tell the same stories and even shared some of the same classes in school.
So my memory here is that I have someone who can remember with me what I am sharing.
If you don’t have that one person who can share your memories, I feel sorry for you. Having a memory partner really makes the memories sweeter...and keeps you from lying.