In 1949, my parents and two sisters left China and returned to New York.
When I was born, my sister Betsy was twelve years old.
By the time I entered kindergarten, Betsy was graduating high school and was like a second mother to me.
Soon after she graduated high school, Betsy was diagnosed with Lupus. At the time, doctors didn’t know a lot about lupus, and her life expectancy was not expected to be very long.
In spite of her illness, we had wonderful times together. A lot of the best times of my childhood were spent with her.
In 1967, Betsy and I got on a bus and went to the Expo in Montreal. This was my first trip without my parents, and it was fabulous.
I remember afternoons when it was time for her to get off work, I would walk a mile up to the main road to meet her and she would look for me as she drove home. She would pick me up and I would get to tell her all about my day.
Green was her favorite color and the Christmas song Greensleeves was one of her favorite songs.
In the summer of 1974, she passed away. My best friend was gone. I would always miss her.
Today she would have been 73 years old.
Happy birthday in heaven dear sister!
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