My sister and I often hear how much we look alike. While I
suppose she can’t deny being my sister – we are very much different people. She
colors within the lines, I don’t even think I stay on the paper most days. She
makes lists and plans and goals. I accomplish things by realizing the deadline
is in 10 minutes and hauling total ass through it. My sister needs validation.
She needs to know that people around her recognize all the good things she
does. I, on the other hand, wake up every morning and say “you’re welcome,
world…” I admit that it sounds cocky and arrogant. But it also forces me to do
something every single day that makes the world thank me the next day. It
reminds me that I have purpose. That I have a reason that I am here and that I
shouldn’t waste a second of it. As you can see, we are very very different
individuals.
We were, however, both taught to excel and to do our best.
Dad used to say anything worth doing was worth doing well. He said it by using
the words “Don’t half-ass anything” …but still, the sentiment is the same. My
parents gave us all the tools – the best education, the best environment, all
the support in the world. And they said – “Go, do it your way,” basically.
They let me figure out my path in the world and in my academic
studies. It wasn’t easy. (For more about how sad they are they gave me my own
thought process, read here.) But they let us both free to do what we wanted.
For any more evidence that we are different, you only have
to look at our college life. It took me 7.5 years to get my undergraduate
completed. My sister, on the other hand, graduated with two majors, honors with
both programs, in 3.5 years. We both graduated with great GPAs, we both went
into fields that we love and feel passionate about. We just, without a doubt to
anyone, went about it in different ways.
When Dad was first diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer, I
was still working towards my degree and my sister was still in middle school. I
immediately felt guilty. When someone is diagnosed with a stage IV lung cancer –
they don’t usually live long. I was going to be the person who didn’t graduate
from college in time for my Dad to see one of his kids walk across the stage. I
wasn’t married, I had no children. All the things that you think a father looks
forward to seeing their daughter do? I had done none of them.
Luckily, for me (and I think all of us), Dad lived for 8
more years. He got to see me walk across the stage. Even if there was a last
minute “you may not graduate” snafu and my name wasn’t on the list of
graduates. Sorry, Dad. But – hey – you taught me to do things my way. And boy
did I. And I did graduate. Promise.
My sister graduated at the top of her class. She even got to
give the student response at graduation. Dad was sick and unable to be at the ceremony.
But Charla, one of his home health nurses – and someone we considered a friend
to all of us, went to the hospital and sat with him while Emily graduated and
gave the address. They lived streamed the graduation. He got to witness Emily’s
speech. He got to see her walk across the stage (twice!) and be honored. Charla
said as she finished her speech Dad whispered “Good girl.” And you know what?
She is.

It isn’t fair, little sister, that you didn’t get to stand next to Dad and take a picture when you graduated. It isn’t fair to our mother – to try to fill the void that’s left in our lives. It isn’t fair to our community and to everyone who loved and cherished my father to not have him here. It isn’t fair to anyone or in any way.
But, I hope that you know, that your father was and will
continue to be proud of you. Trust me, he was proud of me and it took more than
seven years to graduate. And, as he always pointed out (to anyone who would
listen), it took that long and I’m not even a doctor. He used to tell people
that he was sure my major was beer and I may have picked up a minor in weed. He
was wrong, for the record, my minor was definitely in bar dancing. But, that’s
not the point. The point is, I always saw him speak of you with pride. I always
heard him tell his home health care workers that you were away at school
studying and that you were a good kid. You don’t know that because you weren’t
here. But that’s because you were busy doing another job – making your dad
proud.


Even if he was pretty proud of my beer major, I bet he has room
to be proud of you, too.
You’re welcome, world – because not only am I
amazing, but I also have a pretty great little sister. I’m still always
going to be his favorite, though. Sorry. You can’t win ‘em all.