Photo - my sisters
Sisters by Kimeric Kreations
My Sister Donna
Our mother passed away in 1957 and my father in 1962. Immediately after that, my mother's brother and
his wife adopted my sister Donna who was 2 years younger than me. I was 12 and she was 10.
Her adopted parents (our aunt and uncle) did not want us to see Donna and she left our lives during the rest of our childhood.
When we were all adults, we were scattered to different states with our own families and careers. We would get together once every great while, but not often enough. I always missed her so very much.
Donna never had much contact with us, because of the way her adopted family felt towards us.
I've always tried to have a relationship with her, but my sister is bipolar and relationships with her is very fragile. She didn't want to disappoint me, so she did not contact me very often.
I would call or text, but she rarely answered. I understood her and I was always patient with her and knew when she wanted to call she would.
Now, I am soon to be 70 and she is soon to be 68. She lives alone and is now a part time substitute teacher.
Now, that we are “sheltered in place”, she is unemployed, home alone and very depressed.
I live alone and I have my own issues, but I have been alone for so long, it is normal for me.
We have started calling and texting daily! Yesterday we video chatted and we both cried.
This virus is an awful thing and people are dying and families are suffering.
But, I have always believed you have to find good in every bad thing.
Getting my sister back was the good thing that came out of this virus for us.
We are both blessed and thankful!