Posted by:
Elder Berry
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Date: July 11, 2016 01:17PM
My sister a few years older than me was my savior as a child. She protected me from my evil older sisters when I had grown too old to be cute anymore.
I come from a large family with a matriarch who passed the child watching duties to the siblings once the child was closing in on Kindergarten. And I am wedged between two boys who followed a threesome of girls who naturally got the care duties.
My elder sister were mean. Called us boys names, taunted us, and in the case of the middle girl physically abused me several times and sexually abused me a couple of times and locked me in closets.
Her younger sister was an angel to me. A guardian angel.
Fast forward to my mission. This sister was the girl who never wore pants to school. She was super religious. And in the end a bishop decided to pressure a divorcee in a student ward at Ricks to date her. A few years later and a few kids later for her I was on my mission. I found out from my oldest verbally abusive when I was young sister that my guardian angel was a polygamist. I took it pretty hard. I wrote her and she confirmed the principle was her practice now.
Skip ahead again to today. After a few failed attempts to convert me to the principle my brother-in-law has probably cut off the contact with us. It has been a least 6-7 years since they have visited us here in "the real" Zion. But last Saturday my sister called my wife and told her that she has breast cancer. She also told my wife that she understands if I don't want to talk to her but that she would like to talk to me.
I don't know what to say. So many years. So much water under the bridge. She was like a mother to me when I was young. Old feelings are creeping up. I'm lost in my past and sad for her. This fall if the cancer isn't fixed by the impending chemo she will lose her hair that reaches past her waist. What do I say?
She loves polygamy. She worships our ancestor Zina Diantha Huntington Jacobs Smith Young.
If I talk to her it will be awkward. Out last meeting didn't end well. She and her husband went out to diner with us and then after returning home he kept the child locks on us and proceeded to preach and testify for an hour in our own driveway.
Needless to say, we didn't end on very good terms.
I've never really dealt well with her since her marriage and the polygamy made it even worse. Her douche bag husband went from greasy salesman to soft-spoken-ish overly patriarchal pompous Warren Jeffs type. Warren is our half-uncle and my sister (and her husband) have met him several times and thinks he is great. Ugh!
I still haven't decided if I want to call her.