I’m sitting at Roper Hospital waiting on my sister to finish a second surgical procedure to get rid of kidney stones. It’s so hard to see her in such pain. But at least we live in the same town now after living many years far apart.

The night I went into labor with Hugh was the night she drove down from Wisconsin and showed up at my house to visit for the holidays. Coincidence? I think not. Hugh was waiting on his Aunt Sissy. She never went back to Wisconsin, except to get her stuff, and all of us are the better for it.

Me too.