My Twin...My Best Friend.

I have quite often been asked “what is it like to be a twin”? When I start to answer the question a smile comes across my face and I get a glow about me that is beyond words. But it wasn’t until just recently that this question really hit close to my heart even more than ever before. Every day we wake up and think, wow I don’t want to go to get out of bed, I don’t want to go to work, I don’t , I don’t, I don’t. Now every day I wake up and every day I go to sleep with those words in my head of I don’t and they are not the mundane things we complain about each day. They are the words of a magnitude I never thought possible, “I don’t want to lose my twin sister”.

When we were young we played together, dressed alike because Mom always made our clothes. As grade school ended and High School began we drifted apart in a different way, each going about learning what it was like to be twins but have our own personalities. In our 20’s and 30’s we were there for each other as college, marriage and children all became a part of our lives. But it wasn’t until our 40’s when we realized that the bond between us was once again becoming the way it was when we were very young. Loving the time we spent with each other, laughing, sharing stories, and making fun of each other. It has become a time when “time spent together” means the world to us and all else doesn’t matter.

This fight she is going through is just not fair; her world has had more than its share of tragedy that no human should ever have to endure. But for some reason this is happening and she will get through it and be to me a super human person who has endured a world of heartbreak and has lived to tell about it. And when she is in remission and someone asks me “what is it like to be a twin”? I won’t only have a smile on my face and a glow about me, I will have my best friend standing by my side and nothing else will really matter.

Posted by: Barbara Pieper