Growing up I had walls up between my siblings and myself because of the disfunction caused by my bio-father. It is the divide and conquor theory in action (he was in the army). However, when my beloved sister, JoAnn, came down with skin cancer, it just changed everything. And I mean every little thing.
Words were said that were long overdue. And we held each other like we never did before. I even kissed my sister on her cheek. Before she was nervous around me, and then she realized how silly it was. I was her adorable little brother. I was different, but I made it perfectly clear to everyone how important my sister was to me. I was the first one to donate blood, and be denied. I was the first one to offer bone marrow, and denied. Everything I could offer to save her life, I would have done in an instant. I was just too sickly to do because of my diabetes or something else going on with my health.
When she died, it was like a chunk of my heart went with her. I miss her each and every day. I get it. I messed up. I left people out of my life for whatever reason, but now I am trying to include everyone. Those who wish to decline, that is on them - not me.
My lesson is that people come first in every little or big thing. Life is just too short. I never ever want to be caught like this again. Never. Ever.
Andrew
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