Faultlines: Chapter 2: The second installation of my sister’s memoir — for everyone who has ever wanted to shine a light into the dark, crazy closet that is ‘family.’ Enjoy.
My sister, Becky, is posting her memoir (and graduate school thesis) on her blog, Sm0ked. Pimping this out makes me a nepotist. But I’m cool with that.
You should read it, comment on it and follow her. Cause then someday you’ll be able to say you knew her when…
There is this woman.
She has a gift for making people feel welcome. Special. Loved.
She is the kind of woman who, within hours of meeting you for the first time, tells you that her son’s only other significant girlfriend was a total witch. (Really, she never liked that girl.)
She is the kind of woman who tells you, a week before your wedding, that she chose you long before her son did.
She is strong enough to beat breast cancer. Kind enough to forgive the unforgivable. Self-deprecating enough to laugh at her own pronunciation of au jus (ah juice). And loving enough to accept all the people in her life just as they are, without making the slightest attempt to change them.
She is one of the best people I know. She is the mother-in-law jackpot and I won her.
So today, on her birthday, I want to take a moment to say, “Thank you, Geraldine. You are rare. You are special. You are loved.”