I just spent a weekend in Dallas with my sister and we had a wonderful time together. I last saw her 6 months ago when she came to the US for our daughter’s wedding. Twice in 6 months is an extraordinary event in our family – last time we saw each other that often I was 9, she was 16…and that was quite some time ago.
It is confusing to people when we share that we are sisters; I have an Irish accent with a strong hint of American, she has a pure Aussie accent, even using “how you goin’ mate?”!! To us the story of our lives is simple or perhaps it simply is. I used to wish for a different story; I wanted desperately to fit into some perceived societal norm, to have the textbook family and textbook life (by textbook, I probably mean “Little House on the Prairie”).
The story of our lives has challenged our relationship with each other and with all the members of our family and the story of our lives has forced us to fight harder for the love we have. When you live 10,000 miles apart, when you have siblings you have not met, when your parents are not part of your life, when you are all too human (busy, distracted etc…), you have to really, really want someone in your life to keep them there and I am grateful to have a sister whom I can love and be loved by in return.
Abundance comes in many shapes and forms and, whether you come from a textbook family or from an outlandish-tale family, having the love of family is one of those gifts that adds sunshine and hope, laughter and comfort to life and that, dear reader translates as abundance, no matter where in the world you (and your family) call home.