It is easy to get behind on schoolwork, paperwork, every day chores.. etc. Eventually you are forced to catch up however. Life requires it.
It is even easier to "get behind" on the most important relationships one has in his or her life. Often, "eventually" never comes. While life may require relationships, it seems the dearest ones get put back the most.
Sadly, this has been the state of my relationship with my sister, Grace, these past few weeks. ACT testing, Prom, extra activities.. life- while all these things consumed my life, I forgot something far more important. Although Gracie and I of course talked a bit during the past while, I wasn't the sister I should have been.
I realised this the hard way. This morning I got home from an all nighter I had been at. I went straight to my room, and Gracie was there. She looked at me right in the eyes and asked "why are you here?" I answered in frustration that it was my room and I was going to lie down for a few minutes before I had to leave again for dance class. Gracie mumbled a bit and walked away looking at the floor looking upset. A while later I was lacing my dance shoes, and she came up to me and asked, "Do you love me Katherine?"
Why is it that the most important people in our lives get pushed aside for other things? Why is it that I had pushed aside one of the best people in my life so much, that she had to ask if I loved her?
I'm scared of pushing aside my sister, someone who needs me just as I need her. She should never have to question whether or not I love her... and yet today she did. What if she has to go through that again? What is she questions, "Katherine, do you love me?"
...
Truthfully, I dont know how to end this post. Perhaps the best way possible is to simply answer Grace's question.
Gracie...I'm so very sorry. I do love you. And I will do anything to prove that to you.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Grace and me.
How can one begin writting on a blank page about something you have known your whole life, yet very few can relate?
Grace and I are sisters. At age 17, I am two years her junior.
Gracie has more knowledge than the average encylocpedia and devours any book she can get her hands on. Gracie enjoys to run for miles and miles at a time. Gracie finds the oddest things amusing and craves nothing more than for someone to sit by her and talk to her. Gracie loves to be loved.
Gracie dislikes change. She is not fond of people coming into her room, or sharing her things with other people. If she has a particular routine, dont attempt to alter it. When in a hallway full of people, Grace appears to be in her own world, and will run down the hall talking to herself. She has no social skills, and will quite often be very rude. And so, Gracie is very often misunderstood.
I am a typical teenager. I go through life attempting to please those around me. I love my family, enjoy being with friends, and am ready to jump up and go to a party at a moments notice.
Like Grace I do love to read, but not quite as much as she. Like Grace, I enjoy to run, but not nearly as much as she. Almost anything amuses me and I love conversation. Like Grace, I love to be loved.
Unlike Grace, I am flexible, social, and try to be friendly. I cringe every time I am with Grace and she angrily stomps away from someone who tries speaks to her. During those moments, I will correct her in great frustration. (This does not help at all. Grace only become more agitated, and the person to whom we were speaking then thinks me cruel for speaking to her in such a manner. And so, like Grace, my intentions are often misunderstood.)
How can I begin writting on a blank page about something I have known your whole life, yet almost no one can relate?
Grace and I are sisters. Grace and I are very similar in many ways. Grace and I are different in many ways. Although I am the younger sister, I have played the role of the older sister. With all this said, the final thing that needs to be said is this.
I love my sister Grace.
Grace and I are sisters. At age 17, I am two years her junior.
Gracie has more knowledge than the average encylocpedia and devours any book she can get her hands on. Gracie enjoys to run for miles and miles at a time. Gracie finds the oddest things amusing and craves nothing more than for someone to sit by her and talk to her. Gracie loves to be loved.
Gracie dislikes change. She is not fond of people coming into her room, or sharing her things with other people. If she has a particular routine, dont attempt to alter it. When in a hallway full of people, Grace appears to be in her own world, and will run down the hall talking to herself. She has no social skills, and will quite often be very rude. And so, Gracie is very often misunderstood.
I am a typical teenager. I go through life attempting to please those around me. I love my family, enjoy being with friends, and am ready to jump up and go to a party at a moments notice.
Like Grace I do love to read, but not quite as much as she. Like Grace, I enjoy to run, but not nearly as much as she. Almost anything amuses me and I love conversation. Like Grace, I love to be loved.
Unlike Grace, I am flexible, social, and try to be friendly. I cringe every time I am with Grace and she angrily stomps away from someone who tries speaks to her. During those moments, I will correct her in great frustration. (This does not help at all. Grace only become more agitated, and the person to whom we were speaking then thinks me cruel for speaking to her in such a manner. And so, like Grace, my intentions are often misunderstood.)
How can I begin writting on a blank page about something I have known your whole life, yet almost no one can relate?
Grace and I are sisters. Grace and I are very similar in many ways. Grace and I are different in many ways. Although I am the younger sister, I have played the role of the older sister. With all this said, the final thing that needs to be said is this.
I love my sister Grace.
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