I was 19 when I married into my hubby’s family. I went from zero sisters to 5. Let me tell you that was some kind of change. I had never had any sisters, just one brother. I wasn’t exactly sure how to handle being enveloped by a large family.
But I was never made to feel like an outsider. I was treated as if I had been part of the family my whole life.
Jean was my oldest “sister”. She always had a smile and a hug for me. She treated me, a stranger, with love and kindness and patience.
She had a great sense of humor too. She was always laughing at something and it was contagious. She made me feel good just to be around her.
And she raised her children with the same kind of love, kindness and patience. It is evident in the adults they have become.
Jean, I miss you and will always remember you with love in my heart. Heaven scored when they got you.