First friends

January 4th, 2013

What we cherish about our siblings.

My Aunt Jacky passed away this morning. She was my mom’s big sister, beloved friend, and occasional nemesis. We all adored her.

I have heard it put that siblings are the only truly lifelong relationships. When I think about my own sister, and the bond between my boys, it breaks my heart to imagine the loss my mom must be feeling. My sister is a part of who I am. Where I came from, she came from. Her memory is a camera set on the same stage at a different angle. It enlarges my perspective, fills in details. Remember that? she says, and sometimes I don’t. But I’m glad someone does.

Do you have any brothers or sisters (or someone who has been close enough, long enough to count as one)? Tell me something you cherish about them.

 

5 Responses to “First friends”

  1. kazari says:

    There is a fierce loyalty between my siblings. The last time we were all together was at my sister’s wedding in March. She had one of those daft hen’s nights where we met up with the bucks at the end of the night.
    My enduring memory will be of dancing with my two sisters and my brother, and my brother getting all protective of the three of us when anyone did anything remotely disrespectful on the dance floor.

  2. KarenP says:

    I have an older sister (5 yrs older)and brother(4 years older). My sister moved out and got married at 17 so we weren’t close until we were adults. I have a friendly but not close relationship with my brother. My sister is in poor health and moved 6 hours across state in September with her son who had cancer. They moved to be close to his children. My nephew died at age 47 in October. My heart aches for my sister and have offered many times to have her move in with us. So far she is staying where she is with the help of her grandson since her grand daughters aren’t speaking to her because she was the life insurance beneficiary. What a mess…sorry to be so long winded.

  3. karen says:

    My brother, my only sibling died 20 years ago far too young. I cherish all my memories I have of him. I watch as my two boys grow and become closer and love the relationship that they have.

  4. I have an older brother who is very special to me. I cherish that he brings me back to earth and reminds me what being a child was like. Whenever I’m home, we revert to 10 years old.

  5. I LOVE what you wrote about your sister’s memory being a camera set at a different angle. I couldn’t agree more—my sister completes my sentences, an object or incident could trigger the same train of thought or memory in both our minds, at which we then exchange knowing smiles and high fives. And like Kim commented, we act like kids whenever we’re together. I could never imagine losing her.

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