I’ve been through a lot in my life. I’ve had my ups and I’ve had my downs. Each year I’ve had my share of heartaches and smiles, and learned, by the grace of God alone, how to get through each trial. God blesses us with many treasures in this life. He gives us the breath that fills our lungs with every moment’s beat. He gives us parents to raise us, love us and turn us in to young adults. He blesses us with friends that make our lives so much more meaningful and special. Then there are those double blessings that strike a person right in the heart and continue growing and blossoming with each passing day. Sometimes though, we don’t realize what a blessing we have right away. Sometimes we have to go through things together that bring us to the realization of the miracle before us.
July 1, 1981 is a day that changed not only my parents’ lives, but also my life forever. It was the day my little sister, Jennifer Ann Zapotocky was born. First, I was the little baby of the house, and then everything changed.
When one is the only child in the house, she feels like she can get away with anything, like I did, I suppose. An only child may feel like life couldn’t get any sweeter. Until this new little person, from beyond the womb, comes and invades your territorial space, like an alien from beyond the cosmos.
Jennifer was born with so much hair for a new born. Her hair also looked like she had gelled and brushed it before the doctors went in to get her, it was so neat.
I was happy that Mommy had a new baby…at first. Then, after Jennifer came home, within two weeks I already wanted to get rid of her so that I could re-inherit my reign as “Best (and not to mention “Only)-Daughter Of The Year.”
My Mom had a friend named, Dorothy. The two of them were really close. They actually had worked together at the time I seem to recall. Well, one night Dorothy had come over to see our new “Bundle Of Joy,” or “Baby Zabo” as Mommy had called Jenny while she was still pregnant with her. While Mommy and Dorothy cooed, sighed, cuddled and laughed at Jennifer and her cutesy baby sounds, I, on the other hand, had a different plan; so I thought at the time. Now, one would think I was being a really good girl, just sitting in my room by myself, not making any noise. This time, however, I wasn’t the good girl everybody thought I was being that night. What was I doing so nice and quiet in my room? I was packing my Sister a suitcase with clothes, I believe some of her diapers and even her big-bird or “Biggie” as she was used to calling him, her favorite stuffed animal, so that she could go live with “Auntie Dorothy,” which I had grown up calling her since she was so close with our family. I came out of my room all happy, with the suitcase I’d packed for Jenny in my hand, like I had done something really good and said to my Mother something like, “Mommy, we should give Jenny to Auntie Dorothy since she wants a baby.” “You could always have another one.” I think my Mom almost fainted from the shock, but I think she laughed as well, because she never expected her almost seven-year-old daughter to do such a silly thing.
And of course, that idea that I had that night with giving Jenny to Auntie Dorothy didn’t go over well. Just my luck, my Mom wanted to keep Jenny. Oh well, can’t say that a little girl can’t try something new once in a while, right?
Since I was born with dislocated hips, my Mom’s doctor decided to ex-ray Jennifer’s legs to make sure that her hips weren’t dislocated as well. The results were not too bad, actually. Jennifer’s hips were just ever so slightly looking as if they were out of the sockets, but they weren’t bad at all. All that the doctor needed to do was simply push Jennifer’s hips into place. My sister was, however, born with a clubbed foot, which just simply meant that her foot was turned inward. So, the doctor put a cast on Jennifer for a while. I actually can’t remember how long Jennifer had the cast on for. I do remember that when my Mom or Dad lifted Jennifer on to the kitchen table to give her a bath in her little tubby or look at her cast, she would bang the table so hard with her leg that had the cast on it, and by hearing the loud thump that it made, you would have thought that the table would come crumbling down, especially since Jennifer loved banging her cast on the table. For a while, I bet Dad was beginning to think that he was going to eventually have to buy a new kitchen table.
Well, after a while, Jennifer’s cast did finally come off. And, thanks to the Lord, her foot was as good as new. Her hips as well had stayed perfect in their sockets. Jennifer was ready for her walking shoes.
One thing Jenny did that was so cute was, she couldn’t say my name, Lisa, correctly. When she called me, it would literally sound like she was singing my name. Jenny would call out, “La La! “La La!” over and over again. The nickname stuck so well that Jenny still calls me either La or Lalee (the other way she tried to say my name as a child)- to this day. It’s kind of a special thing between Jenny and I. We both don’t let anyone else call me by those special names. It’s a “Sister thing.”
As my sister grew in size, I started growing used to having a little sister around. Sure, before she could even walk, she bit my nose when I bent down to look at her on the changing table. Then when she could walk, she looked up and bit my above my belly button. I think I must have wondered to myself if I had a human baby sister or an attack dog! I still can partially remember the red mark above my belly button that my “Wonderful little sister” had given me that day. I didn’t know what to do with her at that point. Biting her back, at that time, may have been thought of as a good response to me that I never attempted. In fact, I even think that I did bite her a few times after that just to get even. Today, thinking about these events, Jenny and I can burst out laughing. I can imagine, however, that at the time all this happened, Jenny and I probably didn’t laugh too hard at it all. Sisters will be sisters.
I have to say, though, that even though my Sister annoyed me tremendously, she was definitely a beautiful little girl. She looked almost like the baby on “Full House,” Michelle. Jenny had golden blond hair that my Mom loved to curl and fix like a princess. My Mom even took her to NYC to have some professional pictures taken to see if both Jenny and I could become child models. Even though all children are beautiful and we both were rejected, I still feel to this day that Jenny should have been chosen. I know, it just was not God’s plan for Jenny, but she always had this gorgeous face that you just wanted to squeeze the cheeks off of. Even now, in 2003, Jenny is the beautiful young woman that I always knew she’d grow up to be.
Jennifer always loved her hair as long as can be. I think it even reached her behind. She would let no one finagle with it or especially cut it for anything. If someone even mentioned the question, “Jenny, do you want to get your hair cut?”, we all could read Jenny’s answer right through the angry-eyed glance she gave to us. There was no messing around with her golden, princess like hair. Even if my Mom just wanted to get her hair slightly trimmed, Jenny would wince at the idea of even having her hair but a smidgen shorter. Jenny was the little girl with the golden hair and the little attitude. Once her mind was set on something, no one could ever change her mind, even if they offered her a million bucks, with no exaggeration. I don’t think that anyone could ever imagine being able to write a whole paragraph just on someone’s hair. Well, the whole idea changed the minute Jennifer was born, that’s for sure. Jenny sure was no ordinary little girl.
I remember being concerned about Jenny because she never liked to eat. I don’t think it was because she felt insecure or anything, she just “didn’t want to eat,” plain and simply stated as fact. I guess she just felt that it took up too much of her precious time. As Jennifer grew from toddler to school kid, any ordinary person looking at her would think that she was sick with anorexia or something, which she wasn’t. She was underweight, but most likely because her metabolism was very fast, we believed. Don’t get me wrong, she did eat some food, but in little portions. She just didn’t like eating and that’s all it was. My parents and I tried to get her to eat. We even tried to scare Jenny by telling her that she would have to go to the hospital to be fed intravenously if she didn’t eat the proper amount of food. Of course, that usually didn’t work. But it was true, if Jenny didn’t start to eat right, she would get sick. I don’t know if it was because of all the problems in the house that began to occur between my Dad and I or what it was. I only know that, Jenny wasn’t trying to loose weight intentionally. Jenny was just…Jenny! Changing Jenny’s mind was like trying to fit size ten feet in to size five shoes. It just wasn’t going to happen. Case closed.
One thing Jenny did love to eat was “Cheerios.” Oh man did she adore them. I think one of the first boxes we ever had of cheerios when Jenny was little, had a picture of two boys on the back. After Jenny saw that photo, she began thinking that “Cheerios” were called “boys.” My parents would even have to put them in a little sandwich baggie so that Jenny could eat them in Church if she was hungry. Imagine, sitting in church with your little sister and she calls out, “Mommy, I want boys!” Not a pretty picture to those sitting around us, or for us, her family, changing bright shades of red before the eyes of the congregation from embarrassment. What a kid!
Soon, Jenny graduated from pre-school. I remember only that Jenny wore a blue cap and gown and that she looked adorable, as she sat on the stage and sang with her classmates. Though it is but a small memory, even the smallest of thoughts can create a pretty picture. I can still see Jenny sitting there with her cap and gown and Daddy in front of her taking a million pictures just as he always did and continues to do today. And the camera loved Jenny, still does, even though she doesn’t think so to this day. But hey, what does she know? Kidding…
As I said before, my Dad and I had problems as I grew up. I remember feeling inferior to Jenny because Daddy always let her get away with everything. She was his little princess and he treated her like a queen. I even started thinking little things in my head as Jenny walked passed me, as if she was looking at me thinking, “I am queen,” with this smug kind of look on her face. Sometimes, being the big sister but still growing up myself I either wanted to hug her or slap her. It wasn’t easy all the time wondering which one I wanted to do more. Jenny would get me angry and I would go in my room and slam the door calling her a “witch” as I normally did back then. As if me slamming my door would make my sister all together disappear or something. Being in my room, with my door closed and my records playing loudly, I felt like I was apart from everybody else and in my own private world. I guess I didn’t always want to be the big sister. It hurt me that my Dad would blame me for things that Jenny did and I didn’t. I wanted to run away and never turn back. Somehow deep inside though, I guess I knew that wasn’t the answer, since I never did run away anyway. It just felt good to think about it once in a while when nobody was around. Hey, I was almost seven years older than Jenny, and I guess to me at the time, I figured that made me her boss. Even though thinking that I was very wrong, it still made me feel I guess, “queen-like” myself when I watched her before Daddy got home at night, while Mommy was working the night shift. I remember we always had “Oprah” on. At night, I remember that I would have to cook, or actually “heat up” the dinner that Mommy had prepared that day before my sister and I got home from school. Sometimes my sister would drive me so crazy I would wind up yelling and screaming at her to the top of my lungs. Guess as the older daughter, when I started to begin to learn that I wasn’t right about everything, I just didn’t like the thought of being wrong. Again, I would call my sister a “witch” and then my poor Dad would have to contend with it when he got home from a busy day at the “shop,” where he had his own troubles. I mean I would get so angry with Jenny that I could actually feel a triple sized amount of adrenaline filling me up almost to the rim until I felt that I would burst.
One time, when Jenny made me really mad, I even remember grabbing my sister’s arms and squeezing her with my nails, the way my Dad was always doing to me. When I saw the marks on her arms, I snapped out of doing that right away. I saw my Dad in the back of my mind doing that to me. I remembered how much it hurt when Daddy did that and how I cried and bled at the same time. Needless to say, I never did that again to Jenny. I didn’t want to grow up to be like Daddy. I felt hurt about it. I think I even cried in my room, if I remember correctly. Even writing this down I feel so bad about doing that to my sister. Yet, growing up, and even being grown up, everyone does silly, stupid or even hurtful things that they wish they’d never done, but I guess that’s how we all learn right from wrong sometimes… “The Hard Way.” I can assure everyone reading this, that, that was “one way” I never wanted to learn again. I felt like I should’ve been in jail for abuse or something. Even though it’s in the past, writing this makes me remember and I can see my sister in front of me, and me grabbing her innocent little arms. I felt like I wanted to die. I was only a little child, but thankfully it didn’t become a habit. It started and ended there. Thank God.
My sister and I, I guess one would say, had a weird relationship. We either wanted to be together, or we wanted to stay away from each other because we had argued like crazy. I guess when people grow up together, that’s what happens.
Even though Jenny and I had many arguments, we also had a lot of good times as well. We went on vacations and day trips, especially to Lake George, NY and the Pocono’s in PA. We always had lots of fun together at both places and did a lot of things together. In 1987 we even audiotaped some things that we said and did so that, that way, we would never forget. As we listen to the tape today, we can look back and laugh, not only at how our voices used to sound back then, but also because of the silly things that we said and were in our minds once upon a time. Sometimes I wish I could bring those days back. My sister and I will always remember those days when we went swimming to the beach or the lake, or even those vacation weeks in Pennsylvania and Lake George. Yeah, my Dad would be cranky and yell over silly things, but my Mother, sister and I still always tried to make the best of it and have fun anyway. Besides, once we got my Dad in the water, he was the happiest and sweetest man a person could ever meet. We thought, if only he could live in the water forever, he’d be the sweetest man on earth! Oh, to go back in time and spend those times together again. Then again, why should we even think about wanting to be back in those years, when we can make new and even better memories today?
I believe it was in December of 1990, that I realized just how special my sister Jenny was to me.
In 1990 my sister was going to my old grammar school, Holy Trinity and was an excellent student in the third grade, I believe. For the most part, things seemed to be going pretty well until it happened. Everybody went about his or her day as usual, just like every other day prior to that one. The day seemed to be going well until I got off the bus on the corner of my home street. It was not everyday that my Mother waited for me at the bus stop when I got off the bus, so I knew something was strange right away. My Mom told me that Jenny was in school that day, sitting in her chair, when all of a sudden she feel off her chair and on to the floor and had a grand-mall seizure. It was almost unbelievable news. Jenny had urinated on herself and everything. It was so scary not only for Jenny especially, but for the children and the teacher as well. The school called 911 and they rushed her to the hospital, which thank God was not far. The doctors did a number of tests on Jenny. There was one test called an EEG where Jenny would sit in a chair and the doctor would attach these wires to her head. I believe it was to test her brainwaves for abnormalities. That’s when it happened again. The doctors and nurses could tell that another strong seizure was coming on by just looking at Jenny’s brainwaves. And so again, Jenny began to convulse. This time, Jenny not only urinated on herself, but she now had stopped breathing and the hospital staff had to call “code blue” and get the CPR staff in the room with her. I thank that Lord to this day that Jenny came back to life.
One thing that was somewhat funny, even in the midst of all that was going on was that, when Jenny awoke from her second seizure, and I think through her entire stay in the hospital, everybody that she saw in front of her, she would tell them how cute they were. It was so adorable and funny my parents told me, since I wasn’t there to hear her say it I could only imagine just how funny it was. I guess with Jenny, even the darkest of clouds contain silver linings.
After Jenny’s second seizure, the doctors took more and more tests on Jenny to figure out what was wrong. They even did this test where they stuck a tube from her groin to her head, which my sister chose to stay awake for. The doctors continually found nothing. They found that Jenny had extremely high cholesterol for her age, but the doctors didn’t think that, that had anything to do with her seizures. Jenny just always loved to drink milk, so much that my Mom always joked about buying Jenny a cow to supply all the milk she drank.
What did stick out in the doctors’ minds, however, was the fact that Jenny had, had this little cyst that she was born with under the skin of her head. In school one day, someone bumped in to her head, right in the area of the cyst and it burst. To this day, we still don’t know if that had anything to do with her seizure, but it sure unveiled another problem that no one was aware of until then.
Jenny’s doctor had taken out her cyst after it had burst. He had to stick a big needle in to Jenny’s head, a procedure that she decided to stay awake for. At her age, she sure was a brave little girl to be awake for all these procedures that would be so sore and uncomfortable afterwards. I always wondered what I would have done if it were me in that position. I don’t think I would have been that brave. I have always admired Jenny for her bravery and strength at such a young age.
After the cyst in Jenny’s head was removed and she had, had her seizures, the doctors found out that Jenny had two angiomas in the cerebellum of her brain, which are extra, abnormally shaped blood vessels. In Jenny, however, one of these blood vessels had burst and bled in her brain. It eventually had even scarred. Even after finding this new and important information out, the doctors still were not convinced that Jenny’s burst, abnormal blood vessel was the reason for her seizure. My family and I thought otherwise. I mean the doctors thought the burst angioma might be the reason for Jenny’s seizures, they just weren’t 100% convinced of it.
Well, shortly after that, the doctors administered a strong seizure medicine, called Phenobarbital, into Jenny’s body, through her veins. Phenobarbital is so strong that if the doctor doesn’t inject it slowly from an IV the first time, the patient could die.
Thinking back, all I can say is that it’s still hard to believe till this day that a little girl, who was only nine years old, went through so much and came out braver and stronger than before. I could only hope to grow up to be that brave.
The doctors eventually let Jenny go home. It was such a wonderful home coming though, as not only were we all happy that Jenny was home again, but Jenny’s whole school was outside with balloons and signs saying “Welcome Home, Jenny” and other sweet sayings. Everyone cheered like the president of the United States had just walked down the street. It was one of the most touching sites I had ever seen.
Jenny would have to be on Phenobarbital for many years, or at least until she stopped growing, when they could be pretty sure that her remaining angioma didn’t grow or burst like the first one and create more problems. Jenny not only had to be on Phenobarbital every night, but she also had to have MRI’S many times a year to watch the angioma. She also had to go to a neurologist many times a year to monitor her brain’s health. Jenny had to even watch what kind of strenuous activities she did, like riding crazy rides at amusement parks and so on. I think part of Jenny was a little upset and angry at the fact that she couldn’t live life as a normal healthy child in the beginning, even though it was in her best interest to do whatever the doctors told her. In Jennifer’s position, I must say again, I don’t know what I would have done. I think I would have died from the fear of everything that was going on. I never handled health issues well, especially because of my panic disorder that I think I always had, which actually manifested itself full force in January of 1990. Yet, I knew that my sister was going through a lot more than just some silly old needless fears over nothing. Jenny and her health were the main concerns.
Over the next few years, things with Jenny were going pretty well. The doctors didn’t want Jenny to get overly upset or anything, yet my Dad did what he always did. When she got home from the hospital, Dad would tell us that Jenny couldn’t have too much stress in her life. Then, after a little time passed, Dad was back to his old self again, yelling and stressing us out as always, as if nothing had ever happened. That angered Jenny and everybody else in the house. Jenny and I loved our Dad but he just didn’t seem to stop thinking about his own problems for enough time to focus on someone else. We didn’t know how to reach him. He began emotionally and somewhat physically abusing Jenny just as he had been doing to me. I didn’t know what to do.
Anyway, Jenny continued to progress and do well in school and in life. My Dad always nagged Jenny about her schoolwork, and I mean more than just ordinary nagging. Sure, Jenny was like any ordinary kid, putting work off till almost the last minute, but she always got it done on time and did wonderfully in school.
I know it was expected of my Dad or any parent to protect their child, but my Dad was overly nervous about my sister really living like a normal child after her seizures. I know that must not have been easy for Jenny since she enjoyed her life before all this even began. Yes, the doctors wanted her to be careful and they wanted her to be cautious when flying on a plane and so on, but besides that, Jenny was told to live a normal life. All Daddy had to do was get used to it and remember that Jenny had to live and not sit at home and do nothing. We all knew that it wasn’t easy, but it would eventually get easier.
I can say that after Jenny’s whole seizure ordeal that we began to get somewhat closer than we had been before. When my panic attacks got bad, especially in the middle of the night, I would sneak in to her room and stay in her bed, or she would come in my room and sleep in mine. Many times that would mean that I’d have to wake Jenny up, as most of the people who know Jenny well, is not an easy task. Jenny hates being woken up, so doers beware of any future awakenings of my sister. Jenny and I would stay up and talk quietly in our rooms in the middle of the night and that seemed to calm me some. I even kept Jenny awake one night while listening to a wildlife-relaxation tape. Thank God she found it in her little heart to forgive me after that. I don’t know exactly what it was but I just felt so safe being with my sister. As tired as she was, Jenny was always there for me, and I don’t know if I ever appropriately thanked her for that.
Around this time, Jenny’s remaining angioma was very stable and everything for Jenny was going pretty well. She graduated grammar school and went on to high school where she began to grow in to a healthy young woman.
At the age of almost 14, on June 10’Th 1995, Jenny did me the honor of being my maid of honor at my wedding. I knew then that besides the Lord, my Mom and my husband Ramon, Jenny was one of the best friends I had ever had or would have in the future. I wanted no one else to stand next to me as my maid of honor on my special day. Also, Ramon loved Jenny like his own sister and that in addition made her the best maid of honor of all time. Sure, Ramon and Jenny had their little spats from time to time, but who doesn’t? All I knew was they loved each other very much and still do tremendously.
Jenny always called Ramon her brother, so I’d say that Jenny and Ramon were and still are both a sister and brother match made in Heaven on earth.
Well, after about two or three more years, when Jenny was about 16, her neurologist, who she called “Pencil Neck”, tried to take Jenny off the Phenobarbital, but she started feeling funny and dizzy. She also would experience headaches sometimes both on and off the medicine, but I think the headaches became worse without it. So, the doctor had to put Jenny back on the Phenobarbital right away before it left her system all together. After about a year or so after that, Jenny was then able to try getting of the Phenobarbital once again. This time, everything went well and she’s been off the medicine ever since and doing great.
During Jenny’s high school years she dedicated her time to aiding in the care of an elderly couple, the Ruffers. I believe it was in 1999 that Mrs. Ruffer passed away, which wasn’t easy for Jenny. After Mrs. Ruffer died, Jenny and Mr. Ruffer started to begin to get really very close. Mr. Ruffer started to become the Grandpa that Jenny always wanted, since she never really got to know any of our Grandpas. Mr. Ruffer even started telling Jenny that she was like a granddaughter to him. It was a beautiful relationship that Jenny and Mr. Ruffer had together. Early this year, however, the Lord decided to take Mr. Ruffer home to be with him. I can only imagine how this must have torn Jenny’s heart, yet I knew that she was happy that he was no longer suffering or in anymore pain. Again, my sister proved to be one of the strongest people that I had ever seen. No one has beaten her bravery yet in my book. I know that Mr. Ruffer especially will remain in Jenny’s heart until the stars fall from the sky and she sees him again in Heaven. I think that thinking about Mr. Ruffer being at peace and so happy, helped Jenny let him go and move on in her life. Even though it’s never easy to lose someone, especially someone so close to us, it’s a comfort to know that God is holding him close to his heart and that the person who has died is no longer hurting. I myself am glad that all the people that my sister and I have lost in our lives are happy and resting in the perfect peace of God. I can only look to see them all again when I meet them in the sky at the end of all time.
Just recently this year, at the end of May 2003, I had the honor of witnessing my beautiful, all grown up, baby sister, Jennifer graduate from Felician College. Not only did Jenny graduate from College, but she graduated Magna Cum Laude, with a degree in Psychology. I was always proud of my sister because she always tried hard at everything she did, even if she did do it at the last minute. Who could blame Jenny really; I many times did the same thing. Oh no wonder my Dad began to go bald early in life.
I’m especially proud of Jenny because no matter what she wants out of life, she goes for it with such dedication, without stopping for anything. In August of this year, Jenny will be leaving for about ten months, to go and live in Chicago and be a Christian counselor. Part of me knows she must go and find her future, and the other part of me wants to keep my sister here forever. I know I cannot put my sister’s life on hold to suit my own selfish wants. Jenny will never know what she truly wants unless she goes after her dreams with all her heart and prays like she’s never prayed before in her life. My love will always go with her wherever she goes. I’ll always be Jenny’s big sister, I know that, still I can’t help but feel a little sad and even a little lonely already and she hasn’t even left yet. I know, most likely, unless Jenny decides to stay permanently in Chicago, that she’ll be back in the middle of June 2004, and she’ll even come and visit us in NJ this Christmas in 2003. Again, still I feel like a part of me is going to fly away and leave me. My sister and I, over the years have gotten so close to each other, especially within the last five years or so. Lately we’ve been doing so many things together and it’s been wonderful. I just don’t want it to end. It will be great though, when Jenny comes back next year and shares all the wonderful experiences that she’s had in Chicago. My prayers will always be with her.
My Sister’s been so wonderful to me, not only a sister but a special friend as well. She’s always there to listen to my heart and make me feel better. Like normal sisters, we have our spats sometimes, but who on earth never argues or has a disagreement? I only wish and pray for the best for her. I long for her to meet a wonderful man like I did and get married and be loved for who she is, just as she deserves to be. Jenny has always been afraid to have a man take her out and love her because of the way my Dad always treated my Mom and us kids in the past. Even though Dad is somewhat better with us, and trying to change more and more, still the pain of being hurt by him lingers from time to time, so Jenny fears having a relationship with a man. All I can do is lift Jenny up in prayer and be there for her whenever she needs me to be. I wish Jennifer could see the beautiful young woman that everyone else sees. She is not only precious on the outside, but she is an even more precious young lady on the inside. She loves with her whole heart and gives with all she is. That alone makes her a treasure to know and love.
As I began to say in the beginning, God blesses us so much in our lives. And there are times that God chooses to send those extra special, double blessings that carry on forever. So is the wonderful gift of my little sister, Jenny. I know I’ll always consider her one of the best friends I’ve ever had, but nothing will ever change the fact the fact that we’ll always be sisters. I can’t think of anyone else that I’d rather call my sister, than Jenny, a girl who came in to my life in the blink of an eye, and left her touch on my heart for all time.
With the future before us, I dream of making Jenny an Aunt. I know she’ll be one of the best I’ve ever seen. I know one day, when and if she has kids of her own, she’ll make a wonderful Mother, since she’s always so loving and caring about everyone. All I know is, she’s a pretty terrific Sister. That’s more than anyone on earth could ever hope for. I only hope to get even closer to Jenny in the years to come.
Sisters forever…it’s what Jennifer and I will always be.
This was such a precious tribute to your "little" sister. Your love for her just shines, and I have a feeling that the reverse may be just as true. I actually read the original version, and so am really glad you posted this revised one. With love, Deb