Memoirs about Love - Sisters

Today, in my memoir writing group, we were given a prompt that since February is the month of love "in all its glory," and to write about love. Who do you love? Why do you love him or her, or them? I just happened to request that my students write to the same prompt, so it with little hesitation, I wrote about my love of my sisters. Now, that doesn't mean that I do not have more love for my husband or children or parents, but to write in an atmosphere where I could write "off the cuff" and be able to read it without hesitation to the group was the intuition I needed to write about my sisters.

And in respect to the month of Love, I hope to write a memoir to my husband, my children, each of my parents, my brothers, extended family that are both alive and dead, and a few friends. That will be my Valentine gift to each.

Sisterly Love

I love my best friends, my two sisters, dearly.And to single one out would just not be right. Some, maybe most, do not know of the love that one girl/woman/person can have for another who is related to her. I very blessed to know that love. To describe it would take endless word and character count, not only because love cannot be described, for love is everywhere. God is love and is in everything. See how I stray?

Before I describe the love I have for my sisters, I'd like to acknowledge that my family love instilled the precious relationships with my siblings. From an early age, I could see the love of my father and mother for each other. They, in turn shared that love with we children, which developed into love for each other. On top of that was the love handed down to our parents from our grandparents, who also shared, if not a deep love for each other, demonstrations of love toward their children, our parents, and we grandchildren.

So now that you have the history, what about the love? I love that they are "there" when I need them. To vent, to talk, to laugh, to cry. That possibly tops the list of the reasons I love my sisters. Pursing the same interests together such as baking and cooking, writing, eating, enjoying music, reading and exercise make us fit together like pieces of a large puzzle.

During our shared time together (another favorite love - being together), we compose a symphony of conversation, swelling with descriptive trials and tribulations, as well as jubilant piping, with an occasional crescendo of laughter. The talking could be as repetitive as Ravel's Bolero, with some of the events re-played with different characters, places and time replacing the various instruments.

A short answer of why I love my sisters is because of our shared experiences, whether it was while we lived under the same roof as children or as young adults, or shared in that we all lived through it and are able to solve our own problems and those of the world!

Written at Lake Travis Library Memoir group time - 20 minutes on 2/3/15

Memoir from the Perspective of a Friend

I've heard more cuss words than possibly anyone else in her life. They may be directed at me, the people she works with, family members, pets, money problems, government, people she doesn't know, or things over which she cannot control. She has never harmed me physically, however, for she knows I'm much to valuable and know to much to ever hurt me.

I'm able to see her day and night; from early in the morning before daybreak to early in the morning long after the sun has set. These "early" times are when she is at her best, for the house is typically quiet and she can often see more clearly at these times. Of course, the later in the evening means she may be slower and not so exuberant about spending time with me.

We generally are working together, but sometimes we shop, play, or are creative together. The work we compile and the people we talk about is incredible; from surgeons to candy manufacturers, and from jewelers to consulting groups. Just recently we moved into attacking numbers together, figuring out how to track all sorts of categories of spending and earning while keeping as much money as possible.

Shopping can take long hours or is quick and speedy, with sometimes a quick decision for a particular product and others just looking to see what is out there. There are endless shopping destinations with me, and I enjoy pursuing it as much as she does. I try to make it as safe as possible, but sometimes I hear the cuss words because of the protections in place to keep her money in her hands and not somebody else's.

Playtime is somewhat limited, with only a couple games that are preferred. One is a rather dull game that changes but is repetitive, while the others she chooses for her students. Creativity is endless with me, and I have so many opportunities, but sometimes she just wants to go see what her friends are doing with me.

The cuss words aside, she is a faithful friend, visiting me on a daily basis, and I will be with her until my memory is full, or until she upgrades to a new laptop.