My twin sister, Rachel, and me
When you grow up as a twin, life just isn't the same when you're apart. I never went to school alone until college, and I never had just one set of clothing until then either. I've never had my own birthday. I was never alone. I always had a built-in best friend, someone on my side. You know that feeling that you sometimes get that something is missing? You've done everything right, gotten everything together, but it's just not complete? That's how life is for me when Ra isn't here. Yes, we speak multiple times daily on the phone. But it's just not the same. Not when you spend the first eighteen years of your life next to someone. So finally, this year, Christmas was full. It was right. Thanks for making the trip, Ra. Next time, I just want you to stay.
I can imagine that spouses aren't quite the same as twin siblings, but I'll bet that that's why it can be so depressing when a spouse dies. 35 or maybe even 60 years of marriage could create that same kind of bond.
ReplyDeleteTears. Tears, tears, tears. Miss you, Em. I didn't want to leave, and I so wish I could have stayed. I don't even know what to say. I just hate being apart.
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