The Sisterhood

Yesterday, I became a lifetime member of an exclusive sisterhood. 

Don’t be jealous. 

Joining this sisterhood is not like joining a sorority where you’re bonded together by a common goal and a mission statement. 

It’s not as glamorous as becoming a member of an exclusive country club. 

Unfortunately it’s not even as beneficial as belonging to SAM’s or Costco club. 

I don’t know of anyone who anxiously waited to join the ranks. 

No one is sitting around contemplating what to wear to the nonexistent induction ceremony. 

There’s no welcome party or monthly meetings. 

This sisterhood is composed of girls and women who have lost their mom’s. 

The ones who no longer have that earthly  representation, in human form, of life that gave them life. 

I didn’t want to be a member. I never signed on the dotted line. 

But now I’m here. 

It’s official. 

I am now a lifetime member of this exclusive club. 

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6 thoughts on “The Sisterhood

  1. Claudia Moody says:

    Alicia, my heart cries out for you as I lay here weeping remembering the day I joined that sisterhood, it really sucks, sending you my love.

  2. Paula Barron says:

    Your writing style is so rich and deep! You are in my prayers and on my heart! God’s nearness to you and your family!

  3. afthead says:

    Oh, I am terrified of that sisterhood, and am so sorry you were welcomed to their club. My heart is with you.

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