Best Sister in the World
I’ve got a problem I just can’t seem to fix. I’ve been remiss
in my duties. I just can’t seem to stay in touch with those
who live outside the 15 mile radius surronding my home.
This problem has been exacerbated by the fact that I’ve
got such
good news to share. I have some very
good friends who don’t even know that I have a pregnant wife –
much less a wife who has only 3 months until she pops.
I desperately want to make sure that my father, who lives about
an hour away, is a large part of my child’s life but I have
trouble finding the time to pick up the phone and tell him
what’s going on inside my wife’s little belly. And I have
a sister, that I so dearly miss, who hasn’t heard from me
since Christmas. I should be ashamed.
And I am – a little bit. I’m also lazy – a lot lazy. I don’t
think that I can pretend to have a better excuse than,
“Well, they haven’t called me.” That’s no excuse. It’s no
excuse at all.
The fact that I’ve basically ignored my sister probably bothers
me the worst. Before she moved, I didn’t have a closer relative.
When I was a child, she was my protector (just ask the mean
kids in my old neighborhood). When I was young, she was my
second mother. When I grew up, she was a close friend – a
good friend to both me and my wife.
You could find the wife and I over at my sister’s house nearly every
weekend. Movies, board games, and card games usually filled the
docket. Crabs usually filled my stomach.
And let’s not forget the crab dip. Let’s certainly not forget the
crab dip.
But then she moved. The phone lines have been pretty silent ever
since.
I have to admit the first thing I noticed is that my hair grew
without abandon. I had lost my barber. No one else had cut the
mop on top of my head since I was a very young child. What do you
mean I have to go to a hair salon? The wife and I noticed the
big gap in our entertainment schedule. I missed my sister.
That’s why it was great to hear from her, even if it was only
in
comment form a couple of days ago. I hope she
can use this blog to keep in touch. Maybe it will encourage
me to pick up the phone a little bit more often. Maybe it
will encourage her to do the same. I miss you Deb. Let’s
stay in touch.
