My Family and Friends

This will be a series of posts...and why? Because I can.

I wanted to tell my friends and family how much I miss them and how often my heart visits them. I will do it in a series of posts scattered indefinitely into the future...in transcendence it does not matter, time and space. I will start with my little sister, who has grown up, because she was also my first friend.

My sister is the strongest and most resolute person I know. Perhaps it is not even proper to call her my "little sister," because in many ways I have looked to her as an example, as one who has walked before me. She makes me feel safe, and I do not often feel safe. She makes me feel as though one is looking out for my well-being because I have a hard time taking care of myself. She makes me feel like, no matter how far I go toward the margins of what is expected, I always have a home.

I never grow weary of telling people about her and her manifold accomplishments. While I tool with books and the pen in a static world, she moves. My little sister was a success in school, she is a success in employment, and she is engaged to a wonderful man. I always looked up to her as a representation of striving and accomplishment.

She often hassles me about some "real world" and its obligations. I do not know much about this real world, but I know I really love and respect her. I love my little sister in the most sincere and deepest recesses of my heart. She makes me proud beyond words. She provides a bridge for me to cross when I return no matter where I go. She is an inspiration, a resounding success, an endless source of joy and pride, she is my little sister and I miss her and love her deeply. I hope she knows that for all time.