When we were younger my little sister and I bickered all the time!!!! I remember my parents telling us that one day it wouldn't be like that, that one day we would actually get along....and may even become friends. I did not believe that at the time. After all, she did steal my spot of being the "baby" of the family, which I was quite comfortable in for 7 years. Well, low and behold, parents do know somethings! ;) Now that we are older my little sister is one of my best friends. Don't get me wrong, we are still sisters, which in turn means, we are are not going to agree with each other's decisions all the time, but the nice thing about being sisters is that we are not afraid to tell each other when we disagree with some of the choices we make. I love that about having sisters, the honesty, the compassion, the protection, and the fearlessness of knowing that we will always be there for one another. Not just when times get hard, or when times are great, but always. I talk to my little sister daily, see her almost every month, even though money is tight and time is scarce she is always there, not only for me, but for my children as well. She was present during the birth of each of my children, even though with Riley and Jake it was over a 5 hour drive, and with Justin it was still 3. (Jack was there too, claiming that Justin was waiting until his 'Godfather' got there to make an appearance). It wasn't so much her support during that time, that means the most to me, but when Justin was transferred to Des Moines, it was Jill who stayed with me those 11 long, long days, and even longer nights. She sat with me, she cried with me, laughed with me, and helped ease my mind on the the trying days. And even though I am sure I was unbearable at times with being frustrated, scared, confused, and overly tired, she never once complained, even though she had every right to do so. She also left as soon as she heard about Justin's passing, once again, staying after everyone had left and helped me adjust to a different life without Justin in it. It was not so much the days right after Justin passed away that were the most difficult, don't get me wrong they were awful, they are days that I never ever want to relive again, but with all the hustle and bustle of getting things done, and all the people that surround you, (once again I am so thankful for all you), and just being in utter shock, those days seem like a blur to me. It was the days after everything seemed to settle down and it was time to pretty much relearn "life", that were really hard. I am not sure I would have gotten through it without her by my side. Not only have Jill and I gotten really close, but we know each other, the good and the bad, what makes each other happy, what breaks each other's hearts. We have a sort of empathetic connection that even though there are times we don't agree with decisions each other makes, we know each others hearts well enough to know why those decisions were made. We feel each others pain, know each other's sorrows, and embrace each other's happiness and joy.
Jack and Jill mean so much to us and our children, once again, not because they are there for the good times, or the bad, but because they have always been there for everything, even the moments that are dull, boring, and everyday sort of life days, they are there. That is why they were named Justin's Honorary God Parents.
I love you both so much, thank you for all you both have done! Jill, you are the best little sister in the world, and Jackeious....you're not too bad of a guy yourself ;) Love you!
Here are Jack and Jill's letters to Justin: