This brought back such good memories. My sister, Bobbie — who was eight years older than me– taught me to love old black and white movies. From Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodger films to Katherine Hepburn and wonderful Jimmy Stewart movies, she’d watch with me on her little black and white television in her bedroom. They work a magic upon me. My constant anxiety abates and I feel cheerful and hopeful. But, it is not all due to the films themselves. It was, in large part, to spending time with my loving sister. She was one of the few good things in an otherwise abused existence. In her corner of the world, she would create a safe, nurturing haven from the world. She has passed on from a life that took a downward turn unfortunately when alcoholism took over her life. Sometimes, I think that she couldn’t handle it when she found out that life can be messy and many things cannot be controlled and so the romance and beauty in movies can’t be recreated in real life many times. I guess you could simply say that she had unrealistic expectations. But, I was incredibly lucky and blessed to have decades where her sunny nature cast bright, warming light on my life. A toast to my sister — who made a difference in the world.