siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Forgotten Family
Remember the days of the old United Kingdom British Telecom television advert from back in 1995? Well, I understand the benefits of how the assistance & support that the advances made in technology overall have made to our society today. Giving light to the most recent worldwide outbreak of Covid-19 & its Lockdown protocols placed, as a result, have demoralized just how going about our daily lives and talking face-to-face with friends and family have been negatively affected in such a huge way.
By Jonathan Townend5 years ago in Families
Happy Birthday Jill
I want to begin by wishing my big sister Jill a very happy 58th birthday.đ My sister has Frontotemporal Dementia (FTD), which is a highly genetic form of dementia. She has had this disease for a few years now. My mother also had this disease. Jill's health has deteriorated over this year but that is the way this horrible disease works. Every year gets a little worse. Fortunately, she still recognizes all her family and close friends and for this I am thankful. I donât think she will understand that it is her birthday but our family will still celebrate it with her and try to make it a happy day.
By Margie Anderson 5 years ago in Families
Lost at Sea
I had always heard the phrase "Fair Winds and Following Seas," but I had always ignored that expression, and anything to do with the sea. Today, sitting on the beach, I remembered that when I was eight, that expression was never more true than when battling winds and stormy seas took my grandfather and my oldest brother. If only they had been out on the water when the winds were fair and the seas were calm.
By Linda Campbellton5 years ago in Families
I lost my brother, how did I deal with his loss?
It has been six years since my brother died, I was 22, and he was 27. I'm now 28, and every day, I continue to ask why did he go? Why did he die, and why has he left me all alone? My mother only had two children, my brother and me, and now I'm all that's left. I'm the black sheep of my family; I only speak to my mother and grandmother, and the rest outcast me because of the choices I have made in my life.
By Arthur Caliga 5 years ago in Families
Mer-highs and Merlots
"So how long has it been?" My sister Jane asked, looking up at me from her cutting board where she was mincing garlic. "Since what?" I asked, knowing exactly what she was asking but trying to evade the topic. "Since my last drink?" I was annoyed and did not want to talk about it, especially because the smell of the garlic that was now sizzling in the pan reminded me of cooking at home alongside a large glass of red wine.
By Kate Taggart5 years ago in Families
Walks In the Woods With Chicken Soup
The grass was damp. But it wasnât just the grass, it was twigs too. And sometimes when I stepped on a twig or stick it would jump up and scratch my leg. My legs were fine though because this time I wore pants. I had to after listening to Joan go on and on about how stupid it was of me to wear shorts last time. Sheâs always picking on me.
By Jennifer Marie Libertini5 years ago in Families
Four Sisters
Four Sisterâs Our Papa Was A Rolling Stone Karen Thomas My name is Karen Thomas. I grew up thinking I was an only child until last year in October. That is when I found out I also had a father. A lawyer had contacted me to tell me of my father's passing and that he had left me his estate.
By Karen Thomas5 years ago in Families
Promise me we will always have each other.
Both of us have been through the wringer. My sister Mei and I were adopted by our Grandmother when I was two, and she was five. We went to the same Catholic school in the middle of Chicago, lived in an apartment where we shared a 10 ft by 10 ft bedroom till we moved out at the ages of seventeen and twenty. That was right after our Grandmother passed away.
By Leah Harris5 years ago in Families
Embarrassing Family
This should not have made me feel embarrassed, but it was just the feeling that people in my family were only talking to me because my mom died. These people were only having me over to their house because my mom died, people were only asking me for dinner because my mom died. It was like if my mom had not died would I still exist to that side of the family? This is a family that I rarely ever saw. I had maybe seen them years ago at a graduation party for my cousin or maybe I saw them at a family reunion five years ago, but up until my mom died these people were not really an everyday occurrence in my life or even a weekly or monthly occurrence in my life, so it just felt kind of weird.
By Amanda J Mollett5 years ago in Families
Nostalgic Songs and Long Drives.
It is summer 2017. I am in Los Angeles, California at my big sisterâs wedding. She and her husband are performing their first dance to âPerfectâ by Ed Sheeran. As I watch them, I feel so much happiness and gratitude. It feels incredible to finally see the big smile on my sisterâs face and the joy in her eyes, especially after everything she has been through this past year. A few days later, on my long drive out of the state, I replay her first dance song and recount the beautiful memories we just made. To this day, whenever I hear âPerfectâ by Ed Sheeran, I am transferred back into that moment, in that beautiful ballroom, with tears of happiness rolling down my cheeks.
By Bayan Kareem5 years ago in Families
