This is a photo of my sister Sylvia and I in the Republic of Ireland in 2008. This photo brings back warm memories; it also brings back a few bitter memories, as well.
Family has a way of lifting us up as well as tearing us down.
Family is complicated. We never can completely burn those bridges or completely sever those ties that bind us to those with whom we share blood and history.
In our current world, everyone is worried about Covid-19 and the potential of death. Truth is that we all must face death one day. If not now, one day, surely each of us will face it.
In looking at this photo, I remember laughter and I remember tears. I remember stories. I remember inconvenient and unpleasant truths.
In this photo, frozen in time are two sisters born twenty-four years apart who could never quite make that connection as we had hoped our meeting in the Republic of Ireland would have.
Too many differences, too many obstacles, too many years between us.
I look at this photo and wonder how my sister is doing so, so far away from me.
Truth is I pray for her with my whole heart. I pray that she is kept safe from Covid-19 and that she is happy somewhere out there.
I remember seeing an ancient stone bridge in County Kerry. I think of that bridge sometimes and how it was there in that isolated mountainous distance. I think of how it represents in my mind’s eye what my sister and I had tried to accomplish. We had tried to bridge that gap between us. In the end, she and I were like the mountain peaks, impossible to reach.
Jenny W. Andrews, Copyright, 2020