MY SISTER, NIKI

Niki was my first sister... in the next 3-pushing-4 years of births, Patti, Teri, and Betty arrived.  Kristan came about 5 years after those girls, when I was 13.

OK.  That basic info begins the story.

As I've indicated in many posts, we were raised in an intense and abusive home.  When it came to being responsible for my sisters, which began when I was 6 and Niki was a toddler and Patti was an infant, it didn't take long before I became a very angry babysitter. To be honest, I don't remember too much about their individuality in those beginning years, but overall, some became very angry, too, and were young fighters.

I actually don't remember whether  Niki was like that.  She had a less intense personality at times than the rest of us.  She observed some elements differently.  I used to think -- sometimes angrily -- that she lived in another world.  Niki rarely was a "go for the throat" kind of person, which I had almost always been.

The Lord broke into my life, and I came to Him when I was 20.  Five years later, when she was 19, and had just gone through a horrific violent experience while out and about one day, a lady, whose kids Nik was caring for, led her to the Lord right after Niki returned to their house.

Because my family lived in Tacoma, WA, and I had been shifted to Redwood City, CA area, Omaha, NE, and Edmond, OK, and was fairly poor, I rarely saw my family between 1969 and 1985. In those days, as you probably know, letters and long distance calls [calls quite expensive in those days] were the only ways to keep in touch.  In our family, it didn't happen often, because all of us were poor and addictions and other forms of abuse were still taking place.  Communication was not an easy aspect of life for us.

In the late '70s, during my first visit in several years, spending some nice time with Niki, she really re-entered my heart.

A couple weeks ago, I was re-reading journal papers stacked in my file cabinet, and I came across a poem I had written to Niki about 30 years ago.

When I had read that poem recently,  it made me grin... and I hope you will grin, too.

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Oh, how we teased you

When you were a kid

Mostly, for scattered brain

Things that you did.

The fur-trimmed o'rnge hat

In the school pic you wore.

And saying your sentences

Backwards to fore.

The time that your teacher said,

"Draw me a pot."

'T weren't a flower or tea,

But a toilet she got.

The birds and the bees

Were nearly in peril

When you said the male frog

Makes the laid eggs be sterile.

I had laughed through the years

At the things that you said.

I have laughed right out loud

When they popped in my head.

But I want to tell you,

For what it's worth,

You're the best-hearted person

On our Lord's good earth.

Your spirit's so gentle.

Your love is so stout.

So certain that goodness

Will always win out.

Standing up tall for the

Things you believe.

Never allowing the false 

To deceive.

Although I can't see you --

And miss you a LOT --

I thank our Lord often

For what we have got.

For we aren't just sisters,

But friends -- strong and true --

With heaven to share in

When this life is through.

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I posted when her 60th birthday was occurring in 2010.  It was my gift to her and her family.  It's long, but it isn't too boring.  It would let you come to know and understand the lives of both of us.

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