Life isn't complete without brothers and sisters. I am usually too occupied now to stop and think about how much I miss them, but it happens. Every so often I stop and feel sad that we are so far away from each other, that we don't get to see each other's kids grow up, that we are all grown up, adult people with separate lives.
And then, of course, I regret back and wish I had been a better sibling--more patient, more sharing, more unselfish, more kind. It almost seems too late to prove myself.
I hope my siblings know they are very much loved and missed, and maybe even though we don't see each other much (Tahiti,Oregon, Washington, Utah), we got to be siblings at one point. And being a sibling, and having siblings, makes us the people we are.
