I am quite emotional having just read the last entry I published, Daddy’s Little Girl. Shortly after learning that my father had died, I also learned that I was pregnant. Quite the surprise. I had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl 4 months earlier. Maybe this was life’s way of diverting some of that pain. It has been 6 months since I last signed on to this Blog.
There have been many twists and turns in the road I’ve taken since then. I miss writing. I think I can return to it now. It will be a slow progression I am sure; I am intent on starting from the beginning and working my way forward. Or maybe I’ll just cut and paste the story together as I see fit. I have so much to release and I’m not quite sure where to begin.
Time is precious. I have so very little time. But I made a pledge to myself, I would write. So bare with me…if you’re still reading along. I don’t profess to be the most skilled story weaver, yet I know that the story is worth sharing.
For now, I am checking in, waking from the hibernation I succumbed to many moons ago. I am hopeful that 6 months later, I can pick up where I left off.
I hardly find it coincidental that today, I woke at 4:30 a.m. and was unable to get back to sleep. Today, the day my baby sister Kristi will meet our older sister Velma for the first time. Today is the first time that three of the sisters will be together all at once. Three children of one man who had fathered eight. Three women who never knew that the death of their father would bring them together 30 years later.
I am nervous. I’ve been to see Velma on three occasions (there’s that number again). Kristi, who lives in Indiana, has not had that opportunity until today. It’s all so wierd. She and I grew up together. Now we have this older sister who wants so much to be a part of our lives. She is sincere, and I truly like her. But it is still wierd.
Kristi seems guarded – whether she knows it or not. It’s never been easy for either of us to let strangers into our intimate circle. I am just hoping that she’ll be able to relax and be at ease during our visit. It is a long drive away, 2 1/2 hours. That it is a lot of time to think and feed anxiety. She doesn’t know what to expect and I can smell her apprehension.
It is almost time to start getting ready now. The sun is rising and soon, baby-girl will cry out for her milk.
God be with us…
Amber
The Other Day 