I was think­ing today that I wish I had a sis­ter. I have two broth­ers that I will tell you about some­time, but I really miss not hav­ing a sis­ter. I have a few women friends who are pre­cious to me, yet I think there is some­thing spe­cial about a sis­ter. All my women friends have sis­ters and I some­times envy them for that. My mother is dead, and although we were not as close as I would have liked, I still miss call­ing her and talk­ing with her. And I can­not talk with my broth­ers like I would a sis­ter. Now I real­ize many peo­ple do not have sis­ters and are just fine, or some guys have all sis­ters and no broth­ers and are just fine. I just would have liked a sis­ter. My fam­ily his­tory is so weird and the fam­ily dynam­ics so strange and dif­fer­ent that I some­times feel a bit lonely. Today was one of those days. I think what I miss the most is hav­ing a con­nec­tion to some­one who knew me when I was lit­tle. That needs more explain­ing than I am will­ing to do tonight but some­time I will. So I guess I will just be sad for a while. Sis­ter­less and sad. Sigh.