I have, in the last months, gone through the most difficult time of my life. Through this time, I’ve come to realize I need [3am people]. These are folks one can call in the middle of the night, and they will listen and offer help. These are the people who can sincerely quote the words to [Bridge Over Troubled Water] to you, and you know they truly mean it. I am fortunate to have a few of these people in my life. Friends. Family members. My sister is one.
I have one sibling. She is four years younger than me, is a wife and mother of two. She was one of the first to know the difficulties I was facing earlier this year when divorce became a reality. She checks in on me everyday. Without her support, I would be a mess. An ugly mess.
I wrote the following for her in honor of her June 19th birthday. Some thoughts and feelings devoted to a love that only a sister can provide.
You, the first to hear so much.
Climbing into my box of fear. And pulling me out.
A belief in me because you are a part of me.
Knew me when. Knew me before and will know me after.
A revelation of truth. And a living symbol of kindness.
Mercy. Prayers. Action.
Keeping me covered plus surrounded.
Rally. Now. And maybe for the long haul.
Resolve enough to buckle down.
Showing up is good but not enough this time.
Laughter in the midst.
Not required. But offered.
Because we’re together.
Presence, despite physical distance.
Wisdom, reality presented.
What’s necessary and what’s best.
Love that does not stop despite that everything has changed.
Looking forward. Always ahead and knowing.
There is so much beyond. And what’s beyond will be shared.