My big sis.
By the time I was moving around and forming a personality, Robin was beginning her teenage years.
She was always doing something mysterious or of interest in her room. Whenever I was allowed in I’d gravitate to the record collection and endlessly pore over every detail of the album art. I remember News of the World specifically.
She was out of the house before too long and by then I was busy navigating growth spurts and bad haircuts.
Fast forward many years and she’d started a family of her own and guided her kids to be resilient, resourceful and most of all? Caring.
When folks ask me about my sister my response is prompt: “She’s the rock.”
This is evident in the most trying of times, and all the other ones in-between. She’s there with strength and fortitude.