A friend recently said to me that we had missed so much of each other's lives over the years. That phrase has been haunting me for weeks, reverberating in my head.
I've missed a lot of a lot of people's lives, and am feeling a need to connect with some of them. I realize that they may or may not have room for me and that just because it's a good idea for me doesn't mean it will be for them, but I plan to do my best.
I have some great friends, but we aren't always in the same place in our lives which means we can't always accommodate each other, but I intend to make an effort.
One of those folks is my sister Melina. See, I'll bet some of you didn't know I had a sister named Melina. She and I have had our ups and downs, we came into each other's lives full-time in our mid-teens, when she came to live at our house. Let me repeat that, she VOLUNTARILY came to live in our crazy-ass family. Just now she's having some medical issues, and they are coming on the heels of a big disappointment. I'm worried about her, but I know she has a great husband (good sense of humor and clearly loves her dearly) and son (Nic is an awesome kid--adult really, but that one's tough to say) as well as a small bit of comic relief, her adorable daughter. I know she will be just fine, but for now, I'm worried about her and I wish I lived close enough to help her, make some lasagna for her, some soup, I don't know. Take her an O magazine, whatever. I'm whining, but I'm worried.
So, this is a really badly connected blog about the passing of time and me being worried about my sister and hoping to re-connect with some folks. Really, I'm just babbling. Maybe it's the back discomfort--I had a deep tissue massage yesterday which I'm sure will feel great in a day or two, but now it hurts.
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