by CrazyTaraWitch » Fri Feb 25, 2011 8:24 pm
I'm scared. My sister's surgery is coming and I'm scared. I probably won't get to see her again before. I want to be there, sitting around uselessly in the waiting room scared out of my mind, but I didn't know how to ask and... Now I won't see her again until after. I know she'll be fine, she's gonna be fine, but... I'm scared and I hate that the last time I saw her I didn't hug her as tight as I possibly could. I hate that I've spent so little time with her over the last few years. I'm scared that I won't get the chance to be close to her again.
I miss her. All the time I miss her. The her that I miss is gone, in a lot of ways, and I know she's not coming back, but sometimes I still see the little sister that won my heart. She used to be the most important person in the universe to me, and I was easily in her top five. We talked about absolutely everything back then, she understood me and I understood her. We don't really know eachother anymore. I tried to hold onto the way it was, the way we were and the way she was, for so long, and then I spent even longer trying to get it back. I've never really stopped trying to get it back. I just want to know her again. I don't try anymore to see her as the girl she used to be, I try to see her as she is now, but she doesn't let me in. How can I ever know her like I used to if she doesn't let me see who she is, if she doesn't talk to me or wanna hang out anymore? I miss her everyday, and most of the time I miss her the most when we're in the same room and I hate myself for that, I hate myself for not just being in the present and being glad for every second I get with her. But how can I be glad for time with her when 99% of that time she's not really there? I love her. I love the now-her. I know her enough to know she's still an amazing, smart, ridiculous, crazy, funny, sarcastic person. I see just enough of her to know I could still have as much fun with her as I used to if she'd let me. A part of me knows that's probably not quite true, her bipolar hadn't kicked into full-effect back when we used to spend so much time together, and she wasn't on half a dozen meds, so I know it could never be exactly the same, and that the not-100%-here-ness would probably remain to some extent no matter what because the meds are like a barrier between her and the world, but at the same time I know she hasn't changed that much and she could be like my best friend again.
She's my sister and she'll always be my sister. As far as sisters go, I couldn't love her more. But there was a time when she was more than my sister. She was my best friend and I miss my best friend.
My sister's having surgery and I'm scared, but I also feel horribly guilty because a big part of my fear is because I've never let go of the idea that we might become friends again and if anything happens I'll have to. What kind of person worries about that when their sister is about to have brain surgery?
"To days to come."
"All my love to long ago.
I hope, we'll have more happy ever after
I hope, we can all live more fearlessly...
~Jas