Friday, October 4, 2013

Lord, help the mister...

I don't usually blog much about my personal life. Oh, here and there I will bore you with the occasional GK tale. Or I will wax farmetic about my husband, the man I will never deserve. But as far as details go, I tend to stick more towards the gruesome details of a good castration before I will delve too deeply into my family.

But I am in the mood for an exception. Meet my sisters...

 
 
I am the elderly gray one, the others from the left are Mary, Teresa and Peg. I love them dearly and I take them for granted all the time. Recently someone pointed out to me that not all sisters are as close as we O'Shaughnessy females. I mean not only are we geographically close , each lives within an hour of me, but we are close in the "lets have coffee and pie" kind of way.
 
We genuinely like each others company.
 
Don't misunderstand. We're not perfect. We have been known to squabble. We hurt each others feelings. We don't always listen well. We eat off each others plates for Gods' sake...but as a rule we like hanging out with each other and we really enjoy a good sister trip.
 
Over the decades we've gotten to know each other fairly well. The dinky stuff like favorite movies, favorite clothing styles, current diet and exercise routines (we are always trying to get healthier)
 
We also know that if one of us picked up the phone and yelled  HELP ! The others would appear on that sisters doorstep, immediately.
 
Years and years ago there were five of us. But Bernie Jo was challenged from day 1 of her birth and died at the age of 11. Pneumonia complications. Because I was 14 then and knew her best, my other sisters were too young, I still wonder what our trips might be like if there had still been 5 of us.
 
Not in a sad, melancholy way, Bernie Jo's place in heaven is well earned, but I will at times think how much more fun we could be having. I'm selfish that way. As if  those other three female siblings are not enough and I must have more.
 
Believe me , they are more than enough :)

13 comments:

  1. Oh how I would have loved a bunch of brothers!

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  2. I do have one brother Cro. Right smack in the middle of all us girls. He' s a keeper too but generally has no interest in the overnight shopping trips with us girls.!

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  3. Seester; so well written. You really do have a gift, thank you!
    ~Maggie

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    1. Maggie, that's the problem with kissing that Blarney stone (more than once) you start blabbing all over the place.

      Love you

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  4. I'm sure I'd be a better person had I such siblings. Cherish them!

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    1. Kris, they do hold me accountable. It's like traveling with my own ethics committee.

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  5. I think that's wonderful. I only have brothers, and we don't get along all that well too often. You are a lucky woman.

    PS-_Great song, by the way. Lord help the sister who comes between me and my man!

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    1. Jocelyn, we were not always so amicable and we still say dumb stuff to each other sometimes but we forgive more quickly. Maybe because we are more and more aware of that ticking time bomb called Life. I hear that none of us will get out alive!

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  6. I bet the party really starts when you all are together. You should get some matching shirts!

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    1. Susan, we thought of that. But I like tunics and Mary likes Boyfriend sweaters and Peg likes collars and Teresa...always undecided :)

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  7. There are 4 girls in my family too! Unfortunately we don't live close at all but every so often we go to great trouble and expense to get together.

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    1. Karen, they are the best are they not? We once all lived in different states and because we are so cheap we decided to move back to Illinois. Instead we use our air fare money to go to IRELAND!

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  8. Thank you for sharing your picture and the sad lose of your other sister with us. God bless you all, Donna.

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