As a toddler, if asked her name, she would quickly respond, “Sita Mia Matta”. To this day I call her Sittle, (a family inference of Sita Mia Matta). Her name was Roswitha Maria Marton. Lot’s of people call her Rose, which is quite appropriate. She has been my biggest fan, always, and I hers. She’s smart, funny and a genuinely loving person. On the rare day that we don’t communicate, via either, IM, text, phone or facebook , I feel like there was something missing in my day. She’s a great Mom to her two kids, Michael and Katia, who are all grown up and being productive members of society.
We’ve been through a couple of lifetimes together, Hers and mine and I wouldn’t change it for the world. The wins, the hurts, the fun, the bond, beyond brother and sister to spiritually kindred. Precious.