None of my other relatives were as similar to me as she was.
We both had a younger sibling who was smarter than us at everything.
A younger sibling who frustratingly often said, “Will you get to the point already?!”, whenever we tried to recall and tell a story, but kept forgetting what we were talking about in the first place.
We had gone to church about 3 times together.
Then we had lunch a coupla times afterwards.
But never to the movies, like we had wanted to.
Never to a dinner or outing, either.
It was unfortunate how similar we were in our ignorant ways.
For which I was so very deeply appreciative.
We yacked together over meals in interesting like-mindedness, as we goofily chuckled over topics that weren’t even that funny.
Our difference was that she was sweetly down-to-earth, with an innocent and lovely personality, and had a good heart.
Unlike me, a forever bitter and angry person, with a rotten fake and phony personality, through and through.
“Okay, someday soon…”, I’d reply to her text, again and again.
But that “someday soon” will never come.
Because she had passed away.
Soon after, I had picked up and moved away again, in sadness.