i have been sitting here for a couple of hours trying to come up with something to write a bit different about my sister. She is 72. Today. 72.
i am at a loss for words…not really, just can’t come up with anything adequate about how i feel about her, her husband, her son, her daughter-in-law, her grandchildren. i mean i can’t talk about her without talking about those other folks.
So i just thought i would revisit some times of hers over 72 years. And regardless of her age, she will always be my younger sister.
Martha Jewell Duff is my sister. She is very special, very special. But she won’t ever be older than me.