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My sister, Barby, was the baby, the blonde, the “cute one.” Of course, now
that I’m older, I never think about those things. Oh, I almost forgot . . . and
homecoming queen.
When we were younger, we settled into our predictable birth order per-
sonalities. As the firstborn, I was the overachiever, the driven one, the star
pupil. I practically defied gravity by being able to stay standing with the num-
ber of badges on my Girl Scout sash.
No doubt, my achievements were overshadowing at times. But as I scan
the landscape of our family’s challenges and determination to hold tight to
one another no matter what, one figure looms large—my sister.
Barby has nurtured us all, but in particular, she gave our family count-
less more years to enjoy my mother as a result of her companionship. Barby
delighted in taking her shopping. The only time I remember those two ever
arguing was over who got to purchase the fabulous finds they discovered
together.
In my mom’s final years, when I so wanted to spend more time with her
but was unable to do so because of my CEO schedule, Barby was there. My
sister was her cherished confidante and favorite play pal. She held her hand
at doctor visits and replenished her spirit as no one else could. I knew my
mother was in loving hands, and for that I will always be grateful.
I guess if we’re completely honest, we must admit that sibling rivalry
goes on until the very end. But I readily concede here and now, there’s one
race in which my sister has me beat, hands down.
In moments of serious need, Barby is by your side. And in this world of
competing priorities, to be there for others—isn’t that the most precious gift
of all that we can give to those we love?

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