all the memories
come hazy, old
photographs I hold
in memory–playing
video games, army,
hide n seek while he
wears a Scream mask
& tries to scare us, always
me, but he made you laugh.
the hours we’d spend every
Sunday morning wrestling, only to be
welcomed by a huge pancake breakfast &
cut up fruit: cantaloupe, melon & oranges
–
donuts some other weekends with
drives to the movies. I love you signs
thrown up followed by uncontrollable
laughter. Fuzz.
Muzz. Life sized Glinda smiling down at
you while you sleep.
Rugrats in front of the entertainment
center. Taking
the build-a-bear, mercilessly
mocking my “first love.” But,
it’s the way you’ve stood beside,
held my hand no matter break or
bend, sorrow or shame, distance–
reminding me the strength of family
blood.
Apparently today is national sibling day. I am blessed with a brother and sister who have given me memories to look back on that are hilarious. And challenging, but has only strengthened our relationship. It’s an honor to be their sister. And to watch the way they’ve loved me for a quarter of my life, especially over the last two years, it’s a tearing up thing. They’ve loved me through a lot grief. Stood beside me, held my hand, sat in awkward silence, gave me sweets. They’ve supported this crazy writing journey I’m on. They’ve welcomed my friends as their friends have welcomed me. They’ve teased me about everything, from boys to having Cerebral palsy and saying I can’t keep up, and loved me regardless. They show me who Jesus is constantly and I’m so thankful they are mine. Yay for cheesiness!
“By yourself you’re unprotected. With a friend you can face the worst. Can you round up a third? A three-stranded rope isn’t easily snapped.”
Ecclesiastes 4:12 MSG
It’s like that. And I love them both very much.
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