the process of remembering: a photoblog by andrew huth

Allison saved my life. Allison is my sister. I respect and love only a few people as much as I love and respect my older sis. During a time that seems so long ago and on the other side of the world, she loved when little was around. She took care and loved me when life, as it often can be, was cruel and harsh. I love being her younger brother. I love how she dotes on me.

My sister has two wonderfully powerful characteristics. At one end of the spectrum she feels intensely and is easily moved. Tissues during sad films were made for my sister. Her ears and eyes were meant to listen to stories that require a person who is generous with their emotions. At the other end of the spectrum she is tough and resilient. She is willing to make hard choices and to work tirelessly to achieve her goals. She graduated from college with a science degree and held a successful job helping corporate workers get fit. A few years later she decided to be a nurse and went to school and became one. On Thanksgiving day she was working as a charge nurse at a hospital.

Reflecting on those two qualities, it makes sense why she is a great nurse. Reflecting on those two qualities, it makes sense why she is a great older sister.