The family of sisterhood is an interesting concept of bonding via sibling, marriage or friendship. My first sister, like myself, was a sibling in my adoptive family. I have one biological sister I did not meet until I was nearly 61. I have three sister-in-laws . I have 2-3 friends whom I consider sisters. I have a niece whom I place in the same category.
If you've read the undercurrent of my blog, I am not a tightly bound to family and friends person--not sure why--but it has been my persona since early childhood. I have love and care for everyone, but my expression is not always evident.
All these "sisters," like myself, are aging and dealing with the problems associated with that phase of life.
Right now, some of these sisters are dealing with some of life's more serious tribulations.
One sister-in-law is dealing with a husband with terminal cancer.
Two sister-in-laws are dealing with their own aging, and their husband's deteriorating health; one is the wife of my brother.
Another sister is grieving over the death of an older brother. She also has some nagging physical problems, including a heart anomaly.
One sister is facing what we hope is gall-bladder surgery, but her surgeon suspects something else is wrong, based on severely elevated blood levels.
One sister-friend, still employed, is dealing with her husband's and her aging processes.
Another sister-friend I've known since the second grade. We lose track of each other but when we find each other, it is as if we've never been separated. She married her high-school sweetheart late in life; he died after only two years of marriage. Right now she has moved to be near her son. I've heard her health deteriorated to some point making this move advisable. I'm trying to re-establish contact with her.
Of course, some of these life tribulations will resolve themselves , but some will not. We are expecting some travel soon.
SO, if I am suddenly absent from my posts, never fear, I will return. Usually I am accompanied by one laptop, so I may be reading, without writing.
No photos! Most of us, including myself, probably would prefer photos in our youth. With apologies to my mid-life aged niece, I left the text gray in keeping with the theme most of my sisterhood is last least early "golden agers!" Maybe I should have selected a "gold" text, but I find golden a misnomer.