Peter was three when his sister came along.
She was born on March 27th, 1971 and weighed in at a whopping 6 lbs. 6 ozs. I am not bragging, she was the perfect baby. She ate and slept and ate and slept. The first night home from the hospital, she slept right through. We had to set the alarm clock to wake her up for her 2 a.m. feeding -- doctor's orders.
Peter was her hero. She followed him everywhere, including the day she started to walk over to the school to bring her brother home to play with her. I was putting groceries away in the kitchen when she decided to go. A neighbour knocked on the door to tell me that she was on her way.
This year our lives changed. While Karl was in the hospital undergoing his 4th hip replacement operation, Kristina unbeknownst to us was going through her own struggles. She had found a lump in her breast. She had testing.......lots and lots of testing to go through. She called on her best friend to help her out. She didn't tell us, she didn't tell her children. Two other people knew and they were sworn to secrecy.