June 1, 2010
I said good-bye to my older sister. I hugged her good-bye. Yes I will see her again. But this moment is the moment we jump off the precipice. I never thought I’d need to be tremendously courageous. I’ve often sat on the sidelines cheering on others and now I am making decisions in my own life. I am no longer sitting on the sidelines.
She was by my side making mud pies.
She was by my side decorating a twig twine held tree with easter eggs in the snow.
She was by my side on my fathers shoulders held in laundry baskets giggling.
She was with me when I cried in the front seat of the car at night.
She was with me when we collected sea shells on the beach.
She’s been there through everything.
I’ll see her again yes.
But we’re no longer siblings under our mother’s roof.
We’re individuals. Moving in opposite directions.
Our memories are no longer shared.
We’ve had to tare away.
Today
The last three days were lovely. We went to my sisters going away BBQ. Little Baby’s birthday party. The beach with lots of love and first swim of the summer. Things didn’t turn out as planned and reality seeped through the crevices but everything was wonderful.
I’m really researching Italian and trying to get a sound familiarity and grasp.
Here’s the sights I’ve been visiting for further research and investigation:
http://learnitalian.elanguageschool.net/learn-how-pronounce-italian-language
http://www.fas.harvard.edu/~rll/resources/italian/media.html#webtv
