Being the oldest of 3 daughters she certainly paved the way for my sister Onna and me. She "trained" Mom & Dad well; getting them up to speed on all things girl. I think now that being number one can at times be best and also not so best. But Jerrette knew how to handle things right from the beginning. I can remember Mom say that she would stand in her playpen and talk, talk, talk...to no one, pretty much about nothing and mostly in her own language. Her quick wit started at a early age.
What I will remember most was her ability to make anyone and everyone feel at ease. She never met a stranger; with her amazing smile, full laugh and gift of gab, pretty much everyone became a friend. And once a friend, always a friend.
Jerrette and I shared a love of crafting...spending countless hours creating. For two years we did table decorations for the luncheons of a local women's group and everyone wanted desperately to win. We did some good stuff! I think knitting and crochet were our favorite. We were always looking for the newest yarns and then trying to figure out what to do with them. One of my greatest, recent joys was when she saw something I was knitting and asked me to get the yarn & needles for her so she could make a scarf as well. So sadly that scarf will never be made, she was too weak to hold the needles for any length of time. Knowing she couldn't make her scarf, it took me a long time to finish mine, and now that it's done I'm not sure if I will be able to wear it...
The love of a sister cannot be easily compared to anything else; friend, companion, champion, critic, a warm hug, a helpful hand, the whisper of things known by no one other than you and your sister. Onna and I were part of a family of 5 and over the last 7 years we are now down to just 2. It seems so strange, so foreign, so wrong. I know I will get to a new normal, but the journey will be long and most certainly lonesome. I love you Jerrette, rest well...
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