The Introduction

What to put, what to put. The first blog of many to follow in the path of what will become so complex, difficult and challenging for someone so close to me. I am Emily's sister. Currently, she is 28 years young, and the mother of three children; Alex-2yrs, Kohna-5yrs and Rage-7yrs. I forgot to mention she is a single mother and raising them alone.

Emily is the kind of person in highschool that your parents didn't want you to hang out with. She wore black lipstick, had odd body parts pierced, cherished Marilyn Manson, and did everything that our catholic school girl upbringing tried to convince us otherwise of. Despite her appearance she was probably one of the most caring, honest, and non-scary people I've ever met in my life.

We're not blood related. We don't share the typical bond that sisters or even parents normally have with thier children; I'd die to know what that feels like. All of us four daughters are adopted, (closed adoptions at that), from different families. I view us as lucky, and unique. My sister Em and I shared a bond that was different from that of those with me and the other sisters. She is the closest to age to me, and besides the black lipstick, we shared a lot of interests and ways of life. I guess there can be reasons to explain this. I was quizzed on who the lead singers of 90's grunge rock bands were at 12, my first hit of marijuana was courtesy of her, and highschool parties and alcohol were nicely put into my life from her circle of friends. Looking at her and I is another story. We amaze people when we would go somewhere together. Back in teh day I did some stupid modeling with Hawaiian Tropic, Hooters, etc. so I'm sure you can imagine my over-done and what I think is now worthless appearance. Emily on the otherhand would be rocking a FREE TIBET shirt, mismatched with odd color corduroy pants and beat up sneakers.

Of course we had the childhood arguements and differences, but as time went on and years flew by we became closer. It's now to the point where she will call me up after not talking for months to gripe about some silly boy or ask relationship advice. Time never seems to pass, now every moment is worth that much more.

This is something I have been contemplating doing since I learned of the news. It will be many years worth of misspells, grammar error, and random stories and thoughts, but will be worth more than the world to me to be able to share her story with you.

April of 2009 is a month that will forever stay embedded in my brain. Welcome to my sister's life and journey.

Emily Kellett Bystry was born on March 1st, 1981. The rest is to be continued.