On Linda's last birthday, her 55th, I shared with her my remembrance of the day of her birth. I was 11 and had left for 'Y' camp on the date she was due to be born. Every day the letter home we were required to write said " Is the baby here yet? Is it a girl? Is it a boy?" So the day of her birth I remember very clearly. It was the day they forgot to pick me up from camp. I sat on the steps of the YWCA for what seemed like hours, last camper there, no one to pick me up, adults becoming concerned. Eventually our Auntie Margie arrived to pick me up and....yipee, I had another sister. She took her time contemplating her arrival...2 weeks late and an amazing birth weight of 11 lbs.+.
Dearest Linda. Youngest of eight. Thankyou for the gift you have been to me. Thankyou for all you have brought me and taught me in your love and kindnes and in your not always so quiet absolute determination to hold true to your values. Thankyou for the beauty of who you are and always will be. Your loving self will be with me always.
'Big Sis' Wendy