Big day Today

 Happy Birthday, Sister.  She helps me daily for as I get old I always know she is older.  I gifted her toilet paper for her big day.  I’m thoughtful like that.  We’ve always been sisters and we’ve always been friends.  We shared our happiest times and our saddest despairs.  We celebrated in births and sobbed in deaths together.  Growing up we shared our dreams and even our clothes.  She’s the oldest of the three still breathing, the smartest, the kindest, the strongest— yes she’s the best of us!  Happy Birthday, Fleta.  How many?  Just think of a big band playing 76 trombones in the big parade!