Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Remember Me?

I know this with a certainty that applies to few things in my life. God gave me my beautiful family--my husband and children and grandchildren--at least in part to bless and fill an empty that has been part of my life nearly from the beginning.

See, throughout my life I've found myself wondering

Hello...can you see me? Do you remember me?

Ironically, this didn't happen nearly as often with friends as it did with some of my own family members.

It hurts to have to beg to be a sister. I just wanted to be a sister. And of them all, one chose me. One chose me as his sister and he was my brother and we were family.

He left this earth far too young and I was left emptier than before. I miss him.

I hold his journals among my most treasured possessions. Sometimes I bring them out and read them just to feel close to him again, to hear his funky laugh, to hear him sing his deep, mellow baritone or make odd faces that made us all laugh.

The others are busy with their own lives. I understand. I'm not angry. But I do feel the empty where they should be, should have been all along. All along while I cried out mute like a bad dream where no one can hear and life goes on without noticing the need. A few years ago I stopped crying.

I hold my husband and my babies close and I bless God that they can see me and hear me and that they love me as much as I love them.

Love fills the empties.

They may not remember me, but I will always remember them. And I will always know, somewhere deep within where I still think about it just a little bit, the sister I could have been to them, given the chance.

In the end, if they ever do remember me, I pray they know that I loved them.

Because I do.


  1. Wow! I know how you feel in some ways. I only see my brother if I go to Ohio and then it is like he is doing me a favor to get together just one time. I have felt the tug of wanting to find my birth parents just so maybe I could find a sister. God has said "Not yet." and I am living with it. I understand the wanting to have your family acknowledge you. I married a man with a huge family and things are not better there either. God is constantly reminding me to be content in my situation. Thank you for sharing.

  2. It's why I want so badly for Sam to have a brother or sister. I want him to have someone for when he grows up. I don't want him to be alone. But now he's 7, and I'm 36, and.... well.... I think you can see where this is going.