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September 24, 2013
All my sorrows about my sister are consolidating in my psyche. Layers of hurt are melding into a solid heap of understanding. Maybe I have sought a one liner for explanation to whomever may ask. Or a short justification of losing my sister on the road of life. I wasn't a priority in her life. I spent too much energy making that OK. There. Is that it? Can I live with that? Is it wrong? Simple. Straight forward. I wasn't important. Appearances were important. Dad was important. I was inconvenient, unless she needed my support. Out of sight...and mind.