My Sister, Trudy Babe

My sister, Trudy, died five years ago.
She is never far from thought.
My relationship with her, was different, but I don't know how different.
Sisters are probably a complicated bunch. Women in general, struggle to understand each other.
Sisters often don't even try.
Trudy Bell and I were close in age, but light-years apart in everything.
We loved each other unconditionally, but the dots never connected.
How do you share a bedroom with someone, all your life and remain unknown to each other?
I loved dolls, and she didn't. I colored, not Trudy! I read books, I don't think she liked books, I don't remember her playing? I do remember her laugh, which was contagious, and her crying jags. She could cry at movies like it was the end of time.
My dad would say Trudy was simple, and she was. She was forced to be simple, because all the rest of us were WAY not simple!!!! Trudy floated along with all of us, on the periphery. She was between Me and Benjie, not an easy place to be!!! I think she enjoyed us, I hope so.
Heartache would follow Trudy Lea all of her life, in many forms.
Complications from diabetes, would take her life, before we were ready.
At her funeral, which was a joy!!!!! yes a JOY!!!, before they closed the coffin, all of us surrounded her, and my mom said, "Trudy, it was a privilege to be your mom"
I thought that was the ultimate show of love, and I repeat it today, "Trudy it is still a privilege to be your sister, and I love you everyday and forever, and don't start crying!!!!"