Who Am I Missing?

During this pandemic there are many loved ones we miss

This story is in response to a writing prompt by the lovely Sherry McGuinn. Thank you so much to my friend and fellow writer Kevin Buddaeus for tagging me to create my own story of who I am missing during the pandemic. Thank you Sherry and Kevin sharing your heartfelt stories with all of us and for prompting us to share our own.

During this pandemic I am missing so many people. Miss my parents, brother and sister in law. I miss my extended family and I also miss my core group of friends who live here locally. I miss being able to get together with my friends for coffee, tea, breakfast and lunch. I miss being able to hug with my friends and see them in person.

Most of all I miss my brother at this time. The last time I saw him in person was at a holiday party we hosted right after Christmas at our home last year. My brother is bipolar. He is 5 years younger than me and I have always been close to him. I have always known his heart no matter what. He is someone who is brilliant, creative and so amazing to me.

I have gotten to talk to him a short while during a family Face Time. I have texted him, written him letters. He not one to communicate with me a lot unless it is in person. For this reason I feel I miss him the very most.

The last big conversation we had was at Thanksgiving at our house. With bipolar he has had so many ups and downs since he was diagnosed so many years ago. He has tried different medications, he has done lots of different things. He quit smoking, he quit drinking, he got very healthy. However he can have times where he is back in the darkness, lost a bit. At Thanksgiving he told me that he finally felt empathy. He was so thrilled to tell me this, especially me. He said that all of this time he realized that his wife loved him so much, that people had done so much to help him. I felt such joy in my heart that he told me all of this and that he was experiencing something new for the first time. I told him I never doubted that he felt that, that I knew he really cared for everyone.

I am missing my brother because although I can communicate with him, he is not one to reach out very much. I will continue to reach out, I will continue to communicate with him because it hurts my heart if I don’t. It’s not the same if we’re not in person to chat, to have a real conversation together. I know that day will come again, but I feel it’s so important to try right now, so important to let him know that I love him, that I care about him. That I’m here for him as his sister no matter how he feels.

This is a tough situation. I almost always see the light. I see my brother’s heart. I know that he’s okay, but I wish I could talk to him in person, I wish I could hug him. I miss him.

Thank you so much for being with me on this life journey. Thank you so much for reading.

Wishing you abundance, light and love today!

Trista

I’m challenging two of my fellow writers: KeepingItRealWithAnnick and Simona to tell us who they are missing right now. :)

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