The saying is true: You don’t choose your family, they are a gift.
We know one another faults, virtues, triumphs, desires and how long we can keep a secret. I am grateful for my siblings, my two brothers. This past week has been a difficult week and I am very lucky and happy to have my brothers close by. To the outside world, we all grow old, but not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were, we share private family jokes, we remember feuds and secrets. We are the keepers of the memories.
To my brothers I will always be the ten year old little girl seen above from 1967…..