There will be no pictures in this blog post.
I’m nine years older than my sister Charity. I fed her from a bottle and changed her diapers. I put Band-Aids on her knees and made her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She was nine when I yanked her from her bed in the middle of the night and carried her outside during a house fire. When she was twelve I took her to her first rock concert – U2 at the New Haven Coliseum in 1987.