We struggle, my sister and I. Sometimes I am surprised at how we are SO different and SO similar in the same breath. I think when it all comes down to it, our problems stem from a lack of mutual respect and being set against each other as children.
Together (with our only brother who is younger than both of us), we lived through a lot of chaos and the loss of both of our parents. My brother, who is most insightful, has suggested that perhaps we blamed each other when there was no one else safe to blame. I think he is probably right.
I love my sister very deeply and I think about her often. I continue to pray that we haven’t gone so far that we can’t overcome our prejudices about each other and be better friends. But I also try to accept that I can’t make something work all by myself. These days I just hope that she knows in her heart that I love her. That’s pretty much the best goal I can have.
