As different as night and day
Lady Rae
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My mom and I were talking this evening about my older sister Holly. 13 years older... We were talking about returning to your roots ect. We talked about Holly being raised in the mountains with her horse and how now she lives in the city and her television runs all the time because she can't stand silence. And spends her time in Shopping malls.
Me on the other hand I love silence. I chuckled to my mom and said what a contrast, I collect antique canning jars, order garden books and love to go to the LGS that's a step into the past.... I also crave the silence of country roads were I may catch sight of an eagle or heron as I walk along with the Collie's.
As different as night and day.
Sad for her, she wrote us off long ago and now a once loved sister is a distant memory.
"Independence Now, Independence Forever."
John Adams
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I have three stepdaughters, one recently passed. The other two have since grown closer. Hm...
For a while there, my brother and I were a bit like that. But not anymore. Over time, he and I have grown a lot closer and found out just how much we have in common. Hopefully the same happens with you and your sister at some point.
And the silence of country roads is one of the most calming, rejuvenating things a person can experience. 😊
🇺🇲 "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." - Thomas Jefferson 🇺🇲
I have two brothers that I have not spoken to in years. They both have made some very poor choices, including breaking the hearts of our parents.
I have no use for the selfishness they both display, and they can both go to hell as far as I am concerned.
Not the ideal family situation, but it is what it is.
"and now a once loved sister is a distant memory."
That is poignant. So sad to be estranged from a sibling.
Nothing silent about living in the country.
I recall one summer working for the forest service. I was sent to check on a logging unit that had been helicopter logged. The unit was about 5 miles from the nearest forest service road (which was gated and had no traffic) and there was no trail to the unit at all. You had to drive about 10 miles up the closed road just to get to where you had to hoof it to the unit. It was probably the most remote I've ever been from any human activity (and I have done a lot of backpacking) in my life. There were no other humans as far as you could see or hear and no evidence of them except for the logged unit in the middle of nowhere. No planes flying over head. Nothing. It was so noisy with wildlife and critters and wind and trees blowing you would have thought you were down town.
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
That's what I would surely call "BIGFOOT" country Mr.P. 😲
The word "estranged" is one of the most negative downer words in the dictionary IMHO. Very sad when close blood turns to hate.
my brother is about the same way Ken, he got a u-haul and almost had my moms house cleaned out furniture and appliances, before we got back from a small reception we had after her funeral. had a few choice words and haven't seen or spoken to him since................
I've written about my idiot brother on here before. He was pretty much as useless as an ingrown toenail. He is now dying from cancer, and will probably die alone at his house. I expect to get a call from the local cops any day now that there is a horrible odor coming from his house, as reported by his next-door neighbor.
Joe
My Brother and I are very different. We both chose very different paths in life. Our family was broken by divorce and both of us moved out on our own at age 16 or so. Because of this we were not that close up into our 50's. He is mechanically gifted and has worked in several different types of jobs over the years, mostly in the trucking industry.
I worked my way through college and graduate school. My employment centered around counseling, courts services and administration of programs. I am mechanically disabled (dangerous with tools) but not quite inept.
We were around each other more as we were both raising families and took part in trying to help our parents in their old age. Our father's death brought up back together in terms of working together and developing a good relationship. In our 60's we have put away most of the issues we had growing up and have finally learned to enjoy each other's company.
My sister and I are extremely close and never fight. I'm 60 and she is 61. There will be no arguments when mom and dad pass, as we both told our parents to leave everything to our kids. She has a daughter and I a son. We talk almost daily. She lives in Texas, and I'm in communist NJ, for the time being.
My wife has 8 siblings. She doesn't talk to six of them. All a$$hats. They all live beyond their means. When her grandparents died, they left a 21 million dollar estate to the grandkids. One brother fought the will, feeling he was entitled to more than the rest, since he was the eldest. The lawyers took about 19 million is the court battles. After everything was done, the kids all ended up with a check for 80,000 dollars. My wife didn't want a dime. She was the one that took care of them everyday, took them to the doctors and made all their meals. She absolutely adored them. She took her inheritance and gave it to our son, to give him a good start in life. I'm so proud of her. Her one sister did the same for her two kids. The last time we saw any of them, was at a funeral for her uncle. Other than that, we haven't really hear from the other six , in about thirty years. Trust me, we don't miss them either.
I just never understood how siblings could ever be so far apart, until I met my wife's family. Oakie
Siblings are overrated. Don
Coming from a person who only has 2 immediate family members (mom/sister) left and only a few more extended ones left (3 nieces/nephews). Time is precious. If they are reaching out to you, let them in. You don't have to buy in to their sob stories, their BS, their issues, or whatever else keeps you apart.
I lost my dad in December. Even though he wasn't young, since everyone else in his family has seemingly lived forever, and he was the youngest, I thought I'd have more time.
I lost my brother ~12 years ago. He was ~15 years older than me, but even when I was grade school and he was an adult, I was more responsible than he was and it always drove me crazy. I'm not going to air family laundry online, but I'll say that if he was alive today, he would absolutely still frustrate the heck out of me and I'd constantly be shaking my head trying to figure out the things he said/did. But, I would still love to have him back.