Seventy Years Later, I Finally Reconnected With the Sister I Thought I’d Lost

A Second Chance at Sisterhood

We cannot recover the birthdays missed or the holidays spent apart. But we can share what remains.

We talk on the phone every week now. Our grandchildren know each other. We are building something new — not a replacement for the past, but an addition to it.

Seventy years ago, I lost my sister.

Seventy years later, I found her again.

And sometimes, even after a lifetime, love finds its way home.