Ever since my Dad passed, the relationship with my sister has been a bit strained. We've always been close, we even live 4 houses from each other. I think its just that were grieving at different rates and in different ways. We had very different relationships with my Dad, she is more of my Mothers daughter and I was more of my Fathers daughter. We all love each other greatly, it was just a different connection if that makes sense. Anyway, she really doesn't want to talk about Dad. She doesn't want to look at pictures. I feel like I want someone(my sister)to share his life memories with. So, I'm torn. I feel like I need my sister talk to about Dad with and yet I need to respect the fact that shes not ready yet. I can't push her, she needs to go through the process her own way at her own time. I miss my Dad. I just miss my "normal". I'm trying to buy into the idea of reinventing my normal, but today that thought is overwhelming to me. Hugs, Marge....My Dad played in a Big Band in the 40's.
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