I fall hard for my siblings at Lisa's house. I like coming home to mentor and spend time with them. They remind me that not everything I do has to be uptight and with purpose. Our sibling-hood is usually pretty temporary, and its never for certain how it will end.
There are a few siblings that I've fallen out of touch with rather abruptly. I wonder how they are doing, and if they are making it. I wonder why I can keep in touch with them. So I hold our fun memories close, and I try to remember how strong and resilient each and everyone of them is.
It still hits me like a ton of bricks, oh the pangs of nostalgia!
I miss them, and I hope that our bond is of the type that starts where it ended. I dedicate this blog to each of my foster brothers and sisters out there, whether I met them at Lisa's or not.