So I’m feeling kind of blue.
Strange but true.
So very very true!
After 10 days, my older sister has flown back to Boston and my nephew has flown back to Mississippi to continue training to become a soldier in the United States Air Force. I thought I would be more excited to reclaim my apartment, but exhilaration is not what I feel. Perhaps because this visit reminds me so much of what I’ve been missing — my family. It has been 8 years now since my mom’s death and only in the last few years have we really started to recover and connect. This is the first real attempt to spend Christmas together. And to think it was a last minute decision. I’d say it was a success. Sure my younger sister blew up at me and called me every name in the book, but in time I’ll forgive her. So perhaps we’ll do it again next year.
I’m really glad that I got to spend more time with my older sister. Our relationship was really fractured after mom’s death. It has been a slow recovery. Too bad we don’t live in the same city. Oh well. This visit really helped things along. As for my younger sister, I think I’ll give it some time. I won’t call her. She said some really mean things to me. Forgive I will, but I’m not sure I’ll ever forget. Now that I’m alone, the words are really starting to sting. I feel hurt because I spent my 20s raising her after mom died (there is a 11 year difference between us). Time I suppose will heal all wounds.