Between 1943 (I was 3) and 1949, I loat my brother (WWII pilot), my sister (25rs old), my father (50 yrs old) and my mother (49 yrs old). I went to live with my oldest living sister (25 yrs) and her husband after my mom died, my dad had died 3 years earlier. THey were very good to me. They divorced a couple years after I was married, and she died in 1968 (44 yrs old). I have one sister left she is 84 and in a nursing home. I learned a lot about my family thru a cousin who had researched the family tree, he also is full of stories, he is close to 90 now. But 5 years ago, he told me a story that I wish I hadn't heard, it turned my world upside down. Family secrets are not good. I wish I had been told earlier so I could have asked questions. Everyone involved is gone, so I will never know the whole story.
I miss my sister the most, I wish I could talk to her and tell her how much she meant to me. She left to early. She does come to see me sometimes because I can smell cigarette smoke. Mone of us smoke.
My children and grandchildren always end a visit or phone call with I love you, because you never know if you will see them again