My sister and I talk. When I say we talk, I mean we talk A
LOT. Honestly, it’s not just the two of us…it’s actually all my siblings and I.
When caught together, we are almost inseparable, as we sit and recall stories from
our childhood that bring us to tears, have us roaring with laughter, and have
us impersonating random people from our past.
Across continents and oceans, we stay connected. It’s crazy
really, but if you’ve been through all we’ve been through in our lifetimes,
family is pretty important. Most of the struggles in our lives have been lived
through together, smiling at outsiders but singing and crying when alone and
together.
Life beat us up. It beat us up real bad. Despite it all, I
believe we’re all the stronger for it. Some of us took the hurt and pain from our
past struggles and built up walls, making sure that those parts of our lives
never repeated themselves. We worked super hard; we did our best not to depend
on others. We didn’t want to owe another human being a thing, so even in need,
we said we were just fine.
Others softened, knowing that things do get better. The
difficult times strengthened them. They focused on the lessons of life. They
used our experiences to become better human beings. They pushed past the pain
and took the rest of us on their shoulders and drug us along, even when we
kicked and screamed. They weren’t going to allow us to wallow in the difficulty
of our past and allow it to keep us from becoming the men and women we had the
potential to be.
For as long as I live, I will be grateful for my family, grateful
for the awesome bond my siblings and I have. We may get mad at each other,
dislike one another’s decisions at times, and even speak disrespectfully to one
another when in a passionate rage, but when it comes down to it, I would do
anything for my brothers and sisters.
Life gets tough, and those who know you best are capable of
helping you get through the hard times. Love and appreciate those who always
have your back and are there for you in the good and bad times. Your mother may
not have birthed them, but there are many people in our lives who stand in the
gap and are just as close to us as, or closer than, those in our families. If
that’s you, reach out to those two or three people and let them know how much
they mean to you.
I dedicate the following two songs to my four siblings and
my wonderful friends who’ve been there for
me time and time again, regardless of how irrational, strong-headed, or
crazy I’ve been. I love you, appreciate
you, and am blessed to have you in my life.
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