This post written by Lisa-Jo prompted me to spend some time thinking of those distant shores today. This is where it took me ~
I have a photo on my mantelpiece of my sister and I when we were young. I am 3 years old and my sister is 5.
She sits on my mantle, and she also sits on my desk in a digital photo frame that scrolls precious memories of 2 summers ago when I had her company for 3 glorious weeks.
My sister lives on distant shores now. Not of her making – it was me who followed my husband and a dream to emigrate and leave the land I call home. Did I really know how that would be 3 years in – 5 years in? What will that feel like in 10 years, 15 or 20?
She said, “I don’t know….. I don’t know if I want to spend the rest of my life living this far away from you.” I ponder this often and my heart echoes that sentiment, sometimes louder than the voice that spoke that truth first.
I didn’t know for so long what I had in a sister close by. I took for granted that my sister would always be there. I knew the way to her house and could drive from wherever I was like a homing pigeon when I needed to be in her physical presence. Now the closeness covers the vastness. It travels the Atlantic and connects with her on distant shores by Skype, phone, email, and paper. And I’m grateful for it.
But I miss the skin on skin of a hand held in solidarity, of face-to-face talking, of a hug that encompasses a multitude of memories and history.
A sister is a forever friend. She is a confidante, a trusted source of wisdom, comfort and resource. She shares history from childhood that bonds two people together. She knows what it was to play together. She laughs at our childhood silliness, our own made up songs. She was protector, tormentor, friend and foe. She knows me inside out. She knows the best about me, and the worst. She shares secrets, hard fought and won from parents. She is my helper. She knows what to do or say in times of trouble, and even if she doesn’t know, her companionship is enough.
She is amazing and I cherish her completely. I took for granted how special having a sister is when I had her right there, and now I poignantly know it. I wish she was not so far away.