Being the youngest of two, I have always had that luxury of having my sister to look up to. Whether the waters were calm or rough ahead, and I was unsure of how navigate it, I simply look up to the example she has set. Although I may not have always taken her advice or followed her example, she was still there to help guide me through the ebb and flow of life. When I began high school, I used her example as a rough outline. When she started a family of her own, I sat back and observed how she raised her children and when my turn came, I strove to make her proud.

I have seen her shine bright through the sunny days and I have seen her stand strong and proud through the hurricanes. She is radiant when the sun beams on her, and provides the light in those dark times. When the wind and the rains have passed, grass is flooded, wires down, poles knocked over, branches broken, trees uprooted, the world around her looks like a war zone. She stands tall, strong and proud, overseeing the regrowth while she waits to guide again.