Somehow I have lost my sister. Perhaps I never really had her in the first place. She has not vacated my life all together, there are the occasional comments on social networking sites and perhaps an on going words with friends game. How did we get here? That's a question I have wondered for some time.
There is a half generation between us, ten years to be exact. She was grown and married, with a child before I even turned ten years old. Divorced by the time I was eleven. I grew up only knowing her as another grown up in my life, not someone I could ever really relate to. Everything about us seems contrary, from politics to religion there is much we disagreed upon. If ever she thought of me as an equal, I was not made aware. To me, she was like another mother, of which I already had one, I didn't need another.
And so we are two strangers who's DNA is similar, who's ideas are polar, who's lives go upon their winding paths that intersect at holiday's, birthday's and other note worthy family happenings. If we were to have met, in another life, would we have made enough of an impression upon each other to stick? Or would we just smile and say hello and continue along on our journey? This I don't know.
What I do know is that we share a history although we have each written ours to best suit our publisher selves. Same events, different perspectives, unique like ourselves. We share similar physical traits, blood types and a pride that keeps us apart, but beyond that we are quite individual. She is my sister, and I miss having her in my life. I can't explain why, but unlike friends who have passed through my life and then gone it isn't the same for siblings. I love her and want her back! So, if she ever finds this post and can find a place in her heart for me, I would very much like for her to know that there is a place in my heart waiting to let her in.
