Don't Sweat The Small Stuff
I am writing this today straight from my heart, I am THANKFUL. Thankful for the beauty of family and the complexities of it too. I grew up in a small cluster, My Mom, Dad, Sister and myself. Even as I write this I find that my sentences are short and small. A symbol of the tight and tiny unity that we shared. Growing up on a farm in Idaho, far removed from the rest of the world, I was sheltered, protected, and nurtured. My sister grew up. I grew up. We left the safety of our parents and our home. I went on to marry and have a family. My sister moved away and married. My sister went on a boating trip, she never returned from that trip. Only one of the four people who went boating in Puget Sound that day did. He was not alive. That was 38 years ago. Naturally, there is not a day that goes by that Sandra is not in my heart and thoughts. I always wonder how different all of our lives would have been. I wonder who and what her children may have been like. I miss her. This tragic experience