Everyone has seen, heard of, or experienced the “dreaded step-sibling from hell.” When I was 11, I was less than thrilled that my mom was remarrying someone who had a daughter that was only 1.5 years older than me. She was beautiful, athletic, smart and funny. But she was also sarcastic, blunt and abrasive. After the first time meeting her, I told my mom that I was nervous that we wouldn’t get along. Much to my surprise not only did we get along, it took more time for our parents to get engaged than it did for us to solidify our friendship. Now, 17 years later, we have gone through life side-by-side. and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Through our adult years, Becky and I have been through a lot. Almost 5 years ago, both of us (along with our oldest sister, Ashleigh) were all pregnant at the same time and delivered our youngest children within 10 days of each other. We have also been through failed marriages, domestic violence, and financial strain to name a few. Above all else, we had each other. I remember late nights sitting on the couch crying to her when I didn’t know how to get out of a violent relationship. She would sit there and let me be irrational and cry for as long as I needed. Then, in only a way that she could, would tell me exactly what I needed to hear (definitely not what I wanted to hear). It is because of her that I had the strength to leave and to this day she continues to be a source of strength for me.
Two years ago, on a Monday night heading home from her oldest of three children’s softball game, Becky and her children were hit head on by a drunk driver. The passenger in the other vehicle lost his life. Becky’s entire right leg was crushed. Bones sticking out, blood everywhere. Her oldest daughter, Haleigh, fractured two vertebrae and suffered a broken nose. Morgan, her second child, suffered severe internal damage to her small intestines and had to be rushed in to emergency surgery days after the wreck. Garrett, her youngest child, only received minor cuts and bruises when he was thrown from the vehicle. Becky has endured 7 surgeries so far with many yet to come. I am not sure how exactly I would handle myself had this happened to me, but I know that watching her go through this has inspired me. Of course, there have been hard times. Of course, she struggles with how to get her life back on track after this accident. But she’s doing it.
So on National Sister’s Day this year, I celebrate my sister, my hero, my friend. Becky Hart, I was blessed to be given you as a sister. No amount of biological DNA could make us any closer. Thank you for helping me become the woman I am today!