And then there was one.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Mom holding me, brother Jr (age 20) and Stan (age 8)
I have always lived a lonely life. Mom saw it when I was still a child. She always said it was because we kids were such different ages. She also said that when we became adults that age difference wouldn't be as important and we would become close. I didn't understand what she meant. I thought everyone felt just like me. LOL It has taken me 63 years to understand what she meant.
I was the youngest of 3 and the only girl. When I was born my oldest brother was 18 the other was 6.
We lived in a very rural area and there were no kids my age to play with. I spent most of my childhood following my youngest brother, Stan around begging him to let me tag along with him and his friend Billy. Of course, they had no use for a little sister.
Then in my teen years I expected Stan to magically become my protector. I can remember so many times of waiting for Stan to jump in and help me or defend me. LOL I guess I had read to many books and/or seen to many movies or maybe it was, what it felt like to me, that Stan just didn't like me.
Dad died first then our oldest brother, Jr. Mom was next and now Stan. And then there was one. You would think that after 63 years I would be used to being alone.