My 97-year-old grannie is surrounded by the love of her sisters, all in their 90s. It’s a beautiful thing to see. When my sisters grow old, I hope to do the same, to brush their hair, help them feel pretty, and stay close until the very end.
Grandma got her wish to stay at home under hospice care. When the doctor said she had less than a week to live, I called my sisters and said, “We need to get on a plane now.” But here we are four months later and she’s still with us. Her sisters continue to show up, loving her in every little way.
Whenever Grandma and her four sisters walked into a room, people noticed. Five women in their nineties, full of life, love, and connection. Their bond is the longest relationship they’ve had longer than with their parents or even their husbands.
They inspire me and my four sisters. Because of them, we’ve promised to love one another with the same kind of deep, joyful love. We call our grandma and her sisters “the Grandmas.” They’ve shown us what it means to love without limits.
Sisters are something special. We grow up together, share rooms, stories, secrets, laughter, and even tears. There’s no one who knows you like a sister. The bond lasts a lifetime and then some.
People say when a spouse dies, the other often passes soon after. That didn’t happen with my grandma. She lost her husband over 22 years ago, but her sisters gave her strength to keep going. Their affection, company, and daily presence gave her purpose.
She felt loved, seen, and wanted. That gave her a reason to live. These sisters did everything together church, shopping, even the gym. They called each other every day and often went out to their favorite little Mexican restaurant.
Their love is strong and simple. No fancy words, just daily acts of care. Watching them has taught me how deep sisterhood can go. And when I look at my own sisters, I know we’ll carry that same love forward. Forever.
