siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
How can I say goodbye?
My dear friend, we met in such hilarious ground brought on by a harmless question so many years ago where we worked. We shared so many laughed, tears relationship stories and drinks. We would hangout at work after work and on our days off, you would even come to the building on your own time to hangout with me and share and partake in shenanigans that we both found amusing. Of course with time we had our ups and downs and fallouts, yet we always remind close and tight. We became so close and so tight we became twins in a sense in our personalities our moods even the way we dressed. Looking back at how we were around other people I find hilarious even now because they never could understand us. One of the funniest nights we had out with friends we went to play pool and oddly enough I don’t wear shorts and you hated the thought of a skirt. This one particular night you decided to shock the entire group with not only a skirt but the boots to match. I’ll say this now like we said that night your “hooker” boots made to you like a japanimation fighter to me because of your hairstyle and color and the way clothes would look on you. Though once the time was spent at the pool hall You driving in those boots was hilarious because you said to me with a straight face “I can’t drive in these damn things” as you took one off at a time and every stop light. As you took them off you shouted “incoming” as one flew to the trunk of the car while laughing. I found it amazing how great your aim was especially while driving. This was the night you forced me to celebrate my birthday along with yours, now celebrating both birthdays on the same night was just awesome for me. Hanging out with you having fun seeing you laugh and have fun was the greatest for me. We became lightening friends and quick twins that nobody could separate. On another night you shocked me again because you literally became Trinity from the matrix from head to toe. Hair, glasses, clothes, boots and coat you looked just like her. I will never forget the great times you and I had, we almost made it to 3 decades twin. Watching your kids grow up and becoming close to them I cannot imagine them without you, you were truly mama bear. If anyone or anything was to rub you/them the wrong way you would show your claws and sharp fangs to the world to protect yours. On occasion you would call on me to assist, I promised to always have your back and be there for you, this will never change. Even after you moved back to New York by way of Oklahoma we remained very close throughout the years that seemed to be nonexistent for the most part. We did have our months were we got so busy we didn’t speak but we never stopped being friends. Now it comes 1/24/21 2 days after my birthday you leave all of us behind. Twin we started another year together, I know you were tired and missed your mom so much I could see it and feel it. I know leaving your babies was a hard choice to make. At first I was upset at you for leaving, now I understand. You missed your mom and I know you had a full life and you went to sleep. I won’t say goodbye to my twin I will say see you later, I know you’re with your mom watching over your babies and at times right here with me. Even though I’ve lost my twin physically I know you’re still running side by side with me as always just in a form that is eternal and not for a few moments. Twin I will not say farewell we are always and forever we will meet again twin so I shall not say goodbye even though I cry every time I think it I will not speak it this isn’t goodbye it’s just see you later twin in another form for another life. Tell your mom Remy says hi and I’ll see you both together again in another life. Sleep well my twin your face has finished never forget we are in this together always and forever; till we meet again my Jen, my twin.
By Remy LeBeau5 years ago in Families
Cherry Run Down by the River
The year was 1975 and a time when older children could safely ride their bikes on back roads alone. My brother, Richard and I were often traveling the roads on our bikes for enjoyment during the summer months. We had cool bikes and would often travel the long dusty dirt road from our home to Cherry Run Road. My candy apple red bike was equipped with a flower-patterned banana seat and basket. It reminded me of Jan Brady’s bike. She was my favorite “Brady”, not Marsha. Richard rode a dark purple bike fashioned with a steering wheel instead of handlebars. Pap Fox had purchased it at an auction. Also, note Cherry Run Road was named after a runaway cow.
By Susan Starliper5 years ago in Families
Cherry Run Down by the River
The year was 1975 and a time when older children could safely ride their bikes on back roads alone. My brother, Richard and I were often traveling the roads on our bikes for enjoyment during the summer months. We had cool bikes and would often travel the long dusty dirt road from our home to Cherry Run Road. My candy apple red bike was equipped with a flower-patterned banana seat and basket. It reminded me of Jan Brady’s bike. She was my favorite “Brady”, not Marsha. Richard rode a dark purple bike fashioned with a steering wheel instead of handlebars. Pap Fox had purchased it at an auction. Also, note Cherry Run Road was named after a runaway cow.
By Susan Starliper5 years ago in Families
Don't Tell Mom
This month’s pay came in on Monday and the rent went out on Tuesday, sapping half my wages in one fell swoop. I refrained from complaining too much – at least I could pay the landlord in full this time and eviction notices would be spared a little while longer. Checking my balance online confirmed the hefty payment had left as expected but with that, I spotted my first surprise of the day. In addition to my remaining balance, a sum of twenty thousand dollars entered my account under highly suspicious reference:
By Ashleigh Harris5 years ago in Families
Little Brother!
Watching her get ready for the day, nothing to do but play outside and make up dance moves to 'Ice Ice Baby' with the next door neighbors' oldest daughter. In which by the way was their biggest achievement on the walkway of our turquoise trimmed vanilla bean brick house in the summer of 1990. Dad I think was at work or possibly refereeing at a volleyball tournament somewhere in small town near us. Mom was in the kitchen listening to the bubble screened television, wooden frame with doors elegantly hiding 3 knobs and 2 switches, bunny ears positioned just right to whatever show was capturing her attention from around the corner in the living room. She put her hair in a side pony tail with the excess T-shirt to match on the side with what I thought was a red plastic Ghostbusters emblem. Finally she's done! There I am watching from the floor, waiting to see what the next move was in her routine. No shirt, Taz shorts and of course no shoes, who even wears shoes in Texas....in the summer!? I 's remember asking her if she was going outside yet because I couldn't go outside until she did if it was too early. Just to annoy me she wasn't even close to being ready. Whatever. But just like the show I was saved by the bell! The doorbell rang, it was Marissa! The other star of the dance show.
By Daniel Robles5 years ago in Families
A Voice for His Heart
The past two weeks were a blur. There was too much to do as Jenna struggled to figure it out. She paid another month’s rent so there was time to clean out the apartment her older, reclusive, and abrasive brother inhabited for nearly a decade. Finding him slumped in his chair, the television still blasting, his tv tray waiting patiently for her to arrive with his lunch, a lunch he would not get to enjoy. It had been Jenna’s routine since she could remember to bring a hot lunch to her brother every Sunday. She did his grocery shopping every Saturday. She cleaned his kitchen when it simply became unbearable to her, all the while listening docilely as he ranted and raved about the world going to Hell.
By Pamela Styles5 years ago in Families
Childhood memories
Yesterday I remembered my childhood abuses after listening to some old things from my brother's mouth. In which almost every Sunday of my childhood was spent. How innocent, how naive those memories are, in which childhood is spent. People tell the truth, people die but memories never die. On every side of one of those walls of blind turning streets, the passerby bowed with full reverence, without knowing which religion God is associated with. Used to have a lot of self in itself. I was a child at that time, but I never felt any fear in going through the streets of those blind turns, but today, whenever there is a way (very little) of a road, but when going through a dry road, there are many types of expressions Come to my mind, we were talking about the streets of childhood, we used to go to our grandmother's house every Sunday and the way to her house used to go through these dark alleys.
By Yogesh Sawant5 years ago in Families
Dream Come True
The Solis Brothers had cased several neighborhoods before but none like this. Why were they there? There was nothing upscale, only dirty streets and abandoned houses. Gino thought to ask his older brother for more details but decided against it, remembering how his last inquiry ended. He turned his head towards the window, rubbing the spot on his nose where the ER doctor snapped it back into place.
By Conzuelus Strozier5 years ago in Families
Love Letters from Heather
To my oldest brother, David, For some, it would be handy to have a lawyer for a brother. Sadly, I am one of those people. So I will start this letter by commending you on your career choice. It has helped me and one or two of my kids out of a pickle more than once.
By Heather Down5 years ago in Families
