Write My Name Across the Sky

by Barbara O'Neal

You should go see her. She misses you.” “It’s just been busy.” A lie, but I missed the way things had been so much the last time I visited Deborah that I just can’t do it. It underlined all the echoey emptiness that is my life these days. “I’ll make it happen soon.”

It's Never too late to visit someone who meant something to you. You simply being there and making the time to, despite the time of absence almost always is forgiven and forgotten. Empty promises or silence hurts the worst. Don't let your guilt or regret become permanent.

Also, she has resented me since the day I was born, and nothing I’ve done since has done much to change her mind.

I love her more than I am able to express, with no justification whatsoever, the curse of a younger sister.

It was also one of the better times I’ve shared with my sister. In her loneliness, she let me in, let me cheer her up. I thought maybe we were overcoming the tensions of our childhood. No such luck. A year later, she was as mean as ever, shutting me out when I came to visit after her friend Tina got married. She doesn’t really deserve my attention, but old habits die hard.

She’s a bitch, but I’m also the only sister she has, and therefore it’s my job to pay attention.