Cheri is cherishable


I cherish you my sister Cheri, although I never let you know.

You are the woman who helped to raise me, you moved through life, guiding me, tending to my needs, loving me, with little or no feedback or appreciation given.

When I was a little girl, I believed you  the most beautiful and elegant and successful woman in creation.  I still do, although, I think, being you that you would scoff at such an assessment.

You left home when I was still so young, 17 years to my seven, married to Clyde, and bore him two sons, who in turn presented you with grandchildren of your own.  Clyde was, in my small opinion, a piece of work.  He treated you poorly, not at all up to the standards you deserved.  And I consider you successful, simply because you persevered, and Cheri, you never say a bad word about him.  Myself, I have not that type of forbearance. 

And you married John, who helped you raise you boys, who again, you say nothing but good about…when did you learn to be so very forgiving and kind?

You lived through poverty, money, moving, break ups, happiness, sadness, and always…even when you were pretty much all alone out in Colorado, you survived.  Quietly, struggling, living on your own, taking care of you own wonderful self.

You gave up your life there to return home to help our sister Linda while she was passing from cancer.  You work hard, without stop at jobs that would give a weaker woman pause.  And you did those jobs well and faithfully.

You are funny, kind, and have many strong opinions.  I admire that about you.  You  cut through nonsense, and get right to the point of the conversation.

You love animals, and care for your dog with joy, he in turn is devoted to you.  You have our mother’s love of plants, and I remember  gladioli you would buy from the farmers market to place in your home.

Your boys, raised by you, are amazing.  They are both successful and determined men.  They have themselves created loving families that they care for.  They were raised  patriotic, intense and talented.  Congratulations.

As with all of my siblings, I see you seldom, not as much as I could.  But know this, I love you.

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Tilly Evan Jones

“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.” ~Mary Oliver

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