Yesterday, while on the phone, my sister and I were laughing. We were actually laughing so hard that we were snort-laughing.
What? Like you don’t snort-laugh…..
Which, in itself may not sound blog post worthy.
But in light of the events of this past week, I think it is.
No matter what, no matter where, siblings are there.
And they are the only ones I can snort-laugh with in the middle of true tragedy.
“To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.”