It's About Time
Well yes I am inconsistent. I love to write, wish I wrote for a living, but yet end up with the worst gaps in my posts / writing ever. Then I beat myself up for it because I love writing and want to write, and have regular visitors and readers, etc, but I really don't think people are reading anything I post. Even so, I still write for myself as much as I do others. The feedback is still something I enjoy, and I always wish people would comment and communicate with me more.
Anyway, I figured it was about time for me to toss a post together.
Facebook's reminders told me that it is "National Siblings Day". Really, one of those little known morsels, things we either forget, or they're really not that big, right? Nonetheless, I thought the little tribute I wrote to my sisters last year on this day was worth a re-post / re-link. So here you go, once again, For the Love of Sisters.
I do love my family, we just all have such different lives and things going on that we don't get to see one another that often... well each of us groups off and keeps with their own I guess you could say, so we don't get together and do the BIG family thing like we did when our parents were alive. No, our parents wouldn't be happy about that either... mostly Mom, she was really sensitive about things like that, wanting us to all stick together like glue once she was gone. The fact is we barely saw one another except on holidays anyway before that, so I guess old habits die hard. They're always on my mind and in my heart though.
Anyway, I figured it was about time for me to toss a post together.
Facebook's reminders told me that it is "National Siblings Day". Really, one of those little known morsels, things we either forget, or they're really not that big, right? Nonetheless, I thought the little tribute I wrote to my sisters last year on this day was worth a re-post / re-link. So here you go, once again, For the Love of Sisters.
I do love my family, we just all have such different lives and things going on that we don't get to see one another that often... well each of us groups off and keeps with their own I guess you could say, so we don't get together and do the BIG family thing like we did when our parents were alive. No, our parents wouldn't be happy about that either... mostly Mom, she was really sensitive about things like that, wanting us to all stick together like glue once she was gone. The fact is we barely saw one another except on holidays anyway before that, so I guess old habits die hard. They're always on my mind and in my heart though.
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