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