At times I was mean to my younger sister, telling her our father found her on the street and other things to upset her. I was jealous because she made friends easily and was more athletic. We became friends as adults but I'm particularly happy that I was able to make amends during the last year of her life when she was battling lung cancer. During that year, I would take the Greyhound Bus after work on Friday and travel from Dayton to Columbus OH to take care of her so her husband could have a break. I was afraid that if the stress became too much for him he might desert her. (I had read that this happens sometimes). On Sunday evening, I would take the Greyhound back to Dayton and return to work on Monday.