The sister I brought to the book
My sister Cristin’s birthday, Sept. 14, is sometimes a tougher milestone for me than her death anniversary. We were 14 months apart until time stopped for her. And she loved to remind me that I was the older sister, every year complaining about her age but following that lament with “but you’ll always be older than me!” And that gap increases annually; she remains 34, as I’ve turned 36, 40, 45.
