Some people I speak with a couple times a day - my disabled daughter in particular.Others I chat with every day or so - my other daughter, my horses, my dogs, my older brother.
And then there are the people you see only on Sunday, or at the pharmacy, or when you go up to Tucson.
But I have two sisters whom I speak with, oh, about once a decade.
I've always been envious of families that are close.
Well, let me clarify.
I'm envious of families that are HAPPY and close. There are some that are weld very firmly, but only while in small claims court.
My oldest sister and I have 22 years age between us - neither of my sisters' husbands like me (to put it mildly) - we've just never been close.
My brother and I are only five years apart... and he's been living with us the past year, so....
Anyway, tonight I wrote my closest sister a fairly long letter, bringing her up to date on events in my life lately, especially concerning the aforementioned brother.
And wished that somehow a sheet of paper could do more to join us.
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