But, really, Jayne’s sister.
Not because we were very much alike.
I wear make up. Sometimes, when she was dressing up, Jayne wore lipstick.
I’m obsessive/compulsive about almost everything.
Jayne was matter-of-fact, casual, straightforward, practical and brilliant.
I’ve wandered down many woo-woo spiritual paths that Jayne pretty much ignored.
I love my cats. She put up with them.
None of these things mattered.
We pretty much always loved each other because we loved the same people.
But after a while, it was clear that we just plain loved each other.
I admired her as a wife, mother, teacher, citizen, and, finally as my sister.
And I saw her wisdom, and courage, and great, great heart.
Even during her last days.
I loved her. I miss her. I will honor her memory forever.