Anger as a Buffer…what it’s like not to have a sister
Using anger as a buffer. I have two sisters, Elizabeth, and Jean; our firstborn, Christina, aka, Cissy, died over 3 decades ago, at the age of only 31. My sisters and I live on three different continents: Europe, Africa, and Australia, aka, Oceania.
Being apart is never easy. But we’re not strangers to it. When we were young, we attended different boarding schools meaning, we would go months without seeing each other. And in those years, there was no Internet or cell phones to ease communication. We missed each other dearly, it was unbearable.
Whenever we were home together, we were best friends. But as the time to go back to our respective schools came closer, we would, for no reason at all, get angry with one another. Furious to the extent of not speaking or even saying goodbye to each other.
For years, we didn’t know the cause of such hostile behaviour. Years later, we finally understood why; anger was our buffer for the impact of parting.
But such challenges gave us a chance to build something so substantial; a foundation of love and care. Despite distances, we walk beside one another. We’re each other’s shoulder to cry on, and whenever there’s a calling, we take the lead. We’re bonded.
That’s why I am forever thankful, not to know what it’s like not to have a sister.
How about you? What’s your connection with your sisters or siblings?
EdithMK2024
LIZZIE
Wow wow, I read every line with a smile and I feel the love. The words are live and actually bring about so many emotions.
I love your writings dear. Keep them coming.