My sister was more than just a sister, she was my best friend. Growing up, she was like a second mother to me. Every morning she would drag me out of bed to make sure I was up in time for school. Every heartbreak, she was there to give me a shoulder to cry on. She used to do my hair and my nails for me whenever I wanted. She was an amazing sister. She always tried to protect me from everything.
When I was six and got scared at night time, I always knew that I could cuddle up in her bed. When a well-known player was working on being my boyfriend, she was the first one to let me know, as she always tried to protect my heart. As I grew older though, I didn’t always need that protection.
My sister knew that, and was able to let me go and take on a different role in my life. She was not my protector in a motherly way anymore, or just a sister, she became my best friend. No matter the situation, I could call on her for advice. Even if I didn’t need anything, I could rely on her for a movie night or an old fashioned sleep over. That was simply the way that Amy was.
She was an amazing, kind hearted person. I’d like to close with this poem:
Missing My Sister And Best Friend
One morning I found you in eternal sleep;
I tried to wake you as I began to weep,
But all my pleas you could not hear;
Oh if I could have only kept you near,
Away from the voices of those who went before,
Who beckoned you to come to that distant shore.
I find it so very hard to believe
That you have gone and I must grieve;
I call out your name — you answer not,
And I look for you in every familiar spot.
Everything seems so strange and surreal,
I ask everyday is it a dream or real?
Where are the soft brown eyes of affection?
Where is the laughter and talk of childhood reflection?
Where is the loving care when I was sick or sad?
Where is the generous soul for which I was glad?
Where is the forgiving and understanding heart?
Where are the bonds that were there from the start?
I miss all the little ways you showed you cared,
For there were so many good moments we shared;
Looking back on my life’s assorted scenes,
I realized you taught me what love truly means;
You were my trusted confidante and best friend,
On whose loving support I could always depend.
I look at your smiling face in all my photos;
Memories flood my mind as I touch the mementos
From the happy times you and I have had,
But now these bring tears and make me sad;
For the time together went by in a wink,
Life was not as long as we’d like to think.
Sometimes memories bring comfort and make me smile,
But there are times when grief takes over for a while;
Friends offer gentle words and prayers to console,
And tell me what has happened to your loving soul;
Can it be true what they say of time healing grief?
Is it enough when they say death has given you relief?
Can we believe what others say of a better place,
Where our beloved ones rest in God’s warm embrace?
I should be happy you’re free of pain and sorrow,
And rejoice that you’ll always have tomorrow.
How can I then be so heartbroken and selfishly cry,
Return to me from that peaceful place where you lie!”
Although I cry and stand grief-stricken by your grave,
I promise not to forget the loving memories you gave;
But still I miss you so very much my sister dear,
And your caring words I once again long to hear;
My heart’s only solace is one day I will see you as before,
Beckoning me to come join you on that white distant shore.