She's not really my 'sister', she's my first cousin, Mejol. But she was the nearest I ever had to a 'sister', being an only child.
I usually call her once a week, down in Baltimore, just to hear her Appalachian accent and to share news.
But during the pandemic--I don't know about you--but the days just run together for me.
I wake up several times a week and have to take a long look at my memory of the day before to know what day it is!
I hadn't called her for several weeks--since every day is just like the last, and the one to come.
Bern even asked me about it--"When did you talk to Mejol?" And I realized it had been a long, confusing time.
So, I called her.
And it was magic.
We are both liberals--me further left than her--but we agree on most things political.
She's on our zoom church from time to time--being the only Episcopalian, besides me, in our large generation of cousins.
I love her so.
Her voice takes me home and soothes me.
I wish I could go see her in Baltimore, but in these strange times, I can't.
But just talking with her makes things brighter, less stressed, more joyful.
I thank her for that.