To My Non-Biological Sister.

Starring out on the cold white blanket fallen on New England, my thoughts drift away to warmer times and places, reaching out to friends and family, wishing for the best of all possible worlds. I sip at the mug of cocoa and smile, thinking about not only my best friend but my partner in crime. I smile fondly and take to my laptop, ticking away at the keys waiting for the memories to flood my screen…


There was a moment in our friendship that I knew, suddenly, that you would always be a part of my life. It was an incredibly unremarkable moment for us, as many of life’s important moments are. We were walking around Webster, on a fall day, when the air was still warm, even in the twilight. I don’t remember the conversation but I’m sure it had something to do with whoever we were with, or weren’t, our families, and plans for the all important Halloween parties and festivities in the next few weeks. I remember smiling, and laughing and tossing jokes back and forth between, just walking for hours. It was nights like that, where we wouldn’t get back to our homes until far too late, and had laughed too much and thought too much, and just collapsed back on a couch or a bed and talked for at least another hour, about everything and nothing all at once. It was in the moment on one of those nights that I remember thinking, everything else in my life would probably change, but this… this feeling of having a sister and a best friend, this wouldn’t change. The coffee talk, the heartfelt hugs, the moments of complete and utterly debilitating sadness that would be met with a wall of support and love… that would never change.

Thank you.