The letter S…
I never had a brother growing up but I always wanted one. On TV big brothers were always standing up for their little sisters, actual big sisters doing this, not so much. But I can see when she was a teenager she did not want her little sister always tagging along with her and her friends. Kids grow up and change some though. Now that mom and dad are both gone; besides my daughter, she is all I have except for one aunt and uncle in Nebraska and a small handful of cousins.
My sister has grown closer to me ever since my cancer diagnosis and the following divorce about 7 years later. I was the “peace keeper” between her and mom, or at least I tried to be. They were both alike, stubborn and set in their ways. Later when I would take care of our dad in his failing health she wanted to put an end to me doing it as she could see the toll it was taking on me. Caregiving is a physical and emotional draining action. She was the one who suggested I take at least one night a week off.
Now it is just the two of us. She is only about 4 blocks away in a house with her boyfriend of 18 years I believe now. We stay in touch with email and occasionally I still get letters for Dad that I have her look at to make sure I am not throwing away something important.
My sister and I may not be as close as some, but I do love her and I am grateful she is in my life.