The steps were merely a pad, the siding a dingy green and the house was surrounded by apple orchards, pasture and green grass. The days were spent playing outside chasing each other, laughing and falling asleep on the swing set for the afternoon. We could walk a few yards on a road only driven on by the locals to reach my grandparents. Once there…the sky was the limit!
Our cutie outfits (as my daughter said) varied in colors, seasons and style yet they always appeared. Take a look at this photograph of Heidi and I, what do you notice? I’m giving a sly look while she smiles at the camera? The interior door is open? The new white screen door doesn’t match the siding?
As my sister and I stand to pose for the picture we are holding hands. My parents must not have made me or I would have been pouting in this photo. We’re both smiling and possibly swinging our arms as we played having a good time until…”Girls stay there. Don’t move!” as mom runs for the camera to catch this price photo of her girls enjoying each other’s company. And we did!
Now look behind us. Do you see our shadows? The way our shadows connect it looks as if it is one shadow versus two. It makes me smile to think God had started to create that sisterly bond of unity and oneness when we were only chitlens. Holding hands…never to be separated…dressed the same so everyone knew we are sisters.
Heidi and I are sisters…her memory lives on within my heart and mind. We might not be dressed the same or able to play in the sunshine or swing our arms as we dance around but there is one thing I have…HOPE! Hope to see Heidi again. What are you hoping for today?
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323