I do, I have a really cool big sister. She is my half sister through my Dad and to be frank, or Bob, or Harry, we really didn’t get to spend a lot of time together as children for geographical and parental reasons. None the less, the time that we did spend together I remember I was always in awe of her. You see, she was cool. My big sister was different, she was very smart, she could draw and write poetry, and she always wore black and she had great blond hair. And in my childhood filled with older stepbrothers she was a breath of fresh air. She never shot any of my My Little Ponies with a b-b gun.
I have thought about her on so many occasions. I will see something that will remind me of her. I remember on her apartment door where she went to college she had a stale bagel on the door as a door knocker. Ingenious. I think I have always known her as my little big sister and she I as her big little sister. I’m taller. I don’t know why, but I can’t listen to a Boy George song without thinking about her. I think she was the one who introduced me to his music one summer when she and I were at Dad’s. We have been out of touch for the past twelve years. I think the last time I got to see her was the summer the Monkey was born. I don’t think either of us made it a point to try to stay in touch. We hadn’t established a close “sister thing” as children, why should things change now that we are adults? Well, because we are adults, and your priorities change, and things like losing a grandmother make you think about family and you re-evaluate it’s importance.
This past Thursday my sister emailed me and asked about our getting to know each other. (We are adults you know, we don’t have to rely on our parents for that sort of thing anymore. Win, wink, nod, nod.) I have to say, I am elated. I am pickled tink! She may be dropping by here now and again. I do hope she does. As my first act of sister relationship building, I will knit her some belated birthday socks…as soon as I find out her shoe size. I missed you Little Big Sister.