You told them you read this blog. I hope you do.
Remember when the world was big and your dad was my dad too? At least I felt he was. On the Fourth of July he'd sit and shuck clams and we'd eat them without fear, like boys. Your mom took care of everything, her flip flops constantly thwacking, the slider door opened and shut, opened and shut.
At night the fireworks were spectacular and illegal. Once he called out to me, your dad. He said,
"Sue! Come ovah here!"
He let me (forced me? coaxed me?) light a firework that illuminated the night sky like millions of fireflies.
"You did good," he said.
And you were always there in back of me. My secret sister. The keeper of my dreams. No one knew what you knew.
Someday maybe you'll tell me what happened. Let me know when and how and where it fell apart. When we became people who meet and smile and dismiss one another at the grocery store.
Years and years ago we planned our lives. We'd marry working class boys and live next door to each other.
Well, look at us! Look who we married and look where we live.
I'd give anything to go back and say..."Oh, and we have to remember to keep speaking to one another, okay? We have to stay sisters."
Maybe that's the problem with casting futures. You leave out all the important things.
((hugs))
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful!
ReplyDelete"Her flip flops constantly thwacking" was a great line. I felt as if I was there.
This is so sad, particularly because I have lived it myself, with several "sisters." Sorry for your loss, Suzanne.
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I hate when this happens; it's as if everything you trusted in was false all along. I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteYour first paragraph was especially lovely, though :)
Aw. *sniffles* I know these feelings. It's sad that this happens, but you describe it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing. Seriously. Sad times.
ReplyDeletereach out....if you can...
ReplyDeleteThis is very good, and so true, I'm sure for most of us.
ReplyDeleteI feel very sad reading this.
ReplyDeleteIf only we could retain some of that innocence and bring it forward with us into adulthood. Beautiful sad piece. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteI hate that feeling of loss. I too have lost a "sister". Don't know what happened. I've reached out many times. Last time was just months ago. I keep waiting. Nothing. Hugs, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry. (hugs)
ReplyDeleteI love your writing. It's so simple but so pure, with such raw emotion. It's awesome. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteOh you hit the nail on the head. So many times we leave out the important things.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me so much of my best friend from high school. We live 650 miles away. I have a grown son. She has two teenagers. I look back and wonder where the time went. And where did our friendship fall apart?
Great post. It reminds me of how close I was to my cousins and how we only see each other at funerals now. We always promise to not let that continue to be the trend but unfortunately it is.
ReplyDeleteSigh. That's all. Just a sigh.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and honest! Lovely, Suzy!
ReplyDelete當一個人內心能容納兩樣相互衝突的東西，這個人便開始變得有價值了。............................................................
ReplyDeleteLovely post. Simple but so resonant.
ReplyDeleteThis piece is sad yet beautiful.
ReplyDeleteRome was not built in a day............................................................
ReplyDeleteIt saddens me to think of friends I've lost contact with over the years. People with whom I thought I'd be friends forever. I do hope your "sister" reads this!
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