FOUR

Perhaps the most complex relationship which exists is that of sisters. And fulfilling. And frustrating. And comforting, entertaining , loving. The relationships among sisters is consistently inconsistent and yet a life force. How can four daughters from two parents be so different and unique? It is one of life's great wonders. Your sisters bring you safety and security and a legacy of womanhood. They give your life perspective. At times they are enigmas. At other moments they are pure truths. I have been blessed with three sisters: Linda, Susan and Ivy. They are my treasures. They come from the same love from which I come. We are bound by DNA. Yet we are also connected by an invisible frame and foundation in which and upon which our lives have been shaped and implemented. What happens when one of the four sisters goes away? Dies. Devastation and longing continue always. And then the magic happens. The unspoken focus among the three of us to keep our Ivy with us in life. If someone speaks of the three of us, in an almost naturally choreographed oneness, we answer "four". "And she was the best." There will always be four. We are four. We exist as four. We loved and love as four. We are four sisters in life and death.