Sooooooooo. . .I have a baby sister. She's not a baby. . .she has kids that aren't even babies anymore. . .but she IS ...MY baby sister.
I like her.
I didn't always like her.
We didn't get along real well before...not while we were kids and not for about ten years. . .
. . .because that was when it got her too.
Addiction.
Damn she was a fighter. And one hell of a strong girl. She used to arm wrestle my boyfriends. . .and win. She could kick my ass. She could be mean! ha ha. . .she was a middle child. . . she was quiet. . .she was pretty funny. . .she went through what I went through too. . .
It snuck up on her. It took over her life and it took over her personality and her kids and her dog and her cooking and her laughter and her loving and her heart and her soul. . .and I admit now. . .I thought it would never let go. . . and I was scared a little that she lost her strong too somehow.
Then...one month ago she just stopped.
Yep.
She was done.
She decided she didn't want to be numb and disconnected anymore.
And I am so freakin proud! I am so amazed at her strength and her power...and this time. . .it does not get to win. It was for her. . .the reason she did it. . . but it was an incredible gift to me as a side effect. I have faith again. I thought this disease. . . this addiction took everyone it touched to the depths of some horrible place. . .and now I feel like. . .
It
does
NOT
always
get
to
win. . .
. . .and that is a good thing cause we MISSED her. . .and she is a beautiful and funny and strong and amazing and inspiring woman. . .and the world is blessed by her just being in it. . .and now it will have a chance to see that. . .
. . .did I mention I am proud. . .
. . .Cause I am. . . So very very. . .
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