I don’t know how many of you read Hazel’s Three Time Loser. Or you may know her from the Peevery. I do know that some of you who know me in real life, know her as my little sister. And if you do, then you know how lucky I am.
PD and I were discussing her today over lunch. PD has always admired Hazel’s forthright manner and honesty. I’m not sure if those are typical qualities of a second-born child, which she is, but they are a refreshing contrast to the diplomatic sugar-coating that I’m so cursed with accustomed to using to deal with people. It’s just natural for me, most importantly to cause no waves or conflict. Hazel is Hazel. If she likes you, great. You’re in for a rare and wonderful treat. She says it like it is, no beating around the bush. I am deeply envious of her courage and ability to just say what she thinks. And if there are consequences, she can handle those, too. I think one of the reasons that I’m better at writing than I am talking is because before I utter a sentence, I go through this whole damn scenario in my head wondering what I’m saying is going to sound like and how it will be received by whomever I’m speaking to. Lots of times it’s too much trouble and I say “screw it” and just don’t say anything. If Hazel ever did this, I would be surprised. Her convictions are strong and she’s ridiculously smart. So if she says it, (seriously) she means it. And if she says it with humor, you will laugh. Her sense of humor can be dry and sarcastic and she’s made me laugh to the point of tears a gazillion times. She’s got a gift for it.
I’ve not been a typical “big sister” to Hazel and I regret that. Growing up, I was not the one who gave her advice about boys or clothes or make-up. I was (am) two years older but I was always intimidated by her. She was way more outgoing than I. She had more boyfriends and was involved in more school activities. She had a job before me and her own car. I was the quiet, gawky, artsy hippie who brooded and read books. She was the cheerleader who was always invited to parties and never stayed home on a weekend night. I preferred being alone in my room with my music and books. I was busy thinking and dreaming while she was doing all the doing. We weren’t close… I’m not sure if it was more that I was intimidated by her or that we were just so damn different.
At any rate, you may be wondering the reason for this post. Hazel recently celebrated her birthday and today we’re honoring her with a surprise birthday party. She’s been on my mind constantly since we started making plans for the party and I’m realizing even more than usual what a wonderful and loving human being she is. I don’t know anyone else who constantly puts other people and their needs before her own. There is no favor that she won’t gladly grant you. She always finds the bright side of any situation. She manages to do more in a week than I could hope to accomplish in a month. She’s focused and adept. Her brain amazes me. She’s a whiz with finances and business things that I couldn’t comprehend even if I were able to concentrate long enough. She’s great with people and animals. She’s got heart. Big heart. She comes across as a pretty tough cookie and I could pinch her sometimes when I find out, after the fact, that she’d been dealing with something difficult. She’s stubborn and I wish sometimes she’d just forget to be Superwoman and lean on someone instead of being the leanee so often.
I could never express here what a great lady she is, you kind of have to meet her to really believe what all is wrapped up in that little bundle of a sister of mine. I could write ten more paragraphs.
I hope she’s surprised when she sees a whole bunch of people who love her gathered together in her honor. And I’m glad that it’s Us doing something for Her, this time… kind of a little pay-back for all she’s done for all of us. And I truly hope we get a nice warm sunny day!
I Love You, Happy Birthday.