to Boobie, understanding, and the wisdom that age brings

Time is such a tricky bastard. Minutes move slow, seconds become indomitable measures of a place where time stands still and then you blink, and years have passed. My sister turned 24 on Friday, but I blinked and somehow my life ran right into today before I could acknowledge it here. So although this is belated, it’s also apropos. I wander around this life aimlessly unless she’s around. She’s a barometer I can measure my crazy against and me hers. My weaknesses are her strengths and I miss that presence in my life, someone who can tell me to get out of my mind and embrace a little more rationality.

The last time we were together, it was a fabulous two weeks in Thailand. I say fabulous, because I know she’s got my back, and we have the exact same idea of what a vacation should be: relaxing, drinking, partying, meeting new people, moderate tourism, the Stones and the Doors, some shopping, wandering like the vagabonds we can’t be anywhere else, and being exactly who we are and who we’ve become, with a few arguments in between. They’re not unpleasant though—‘cause we seem to be reaching to an understanding of who we’ve become since we’ve seen each other last. And we’re passionate people, so it can get heated. But if the goal in life is to just try to understand someone else, it only means that I love her enough to care to want to understand. And although reality dictates we mostly grope in the dark, it’s those moments of enlightenment where you get it, that you realize why you’d strive to that goal. And it’s those moments that I know why I love my sister no matter what. Weaving those moments together, we can only grow stronger. Through the years the fruits of this labour have made me regret the years we spent fighting, but cherish the wisdom that age brings to strive for this understanding, and build a relationship that’s rich with memories and love and comfort and the knowledge that there’s one other person in this world that cares enough to try to understand me and me her. So cheers to our future as the golden girls, living in our twilight years, still striving to understand what this life has meant to us and means as we age - knowing that everything of significance has been our relationships; what we brought to them and what we got out of them. I look forward to it Boobie. Much love.

xoxox

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