As it has turned out, I now have 2 brothers in Washington, a brother still in New York, a sister that lives with me here and a sister in Wyoming. My parents are still in New York also. Me and my
My husband was all over the idea of moving away from New York. He didn't like some of the laws, he didn't like his job and the neighbors we shared a wall with made life complicated when it came to sleeping. I don't think there will ever be a way that I can convince him to move back to New York, especially since we have bought a house.
Knowing that a sibling of mine is hurting is absolutely killing me. Knowing that a couple of years ago we lived less than a mile away, pangs me more. It is some inhumane form of torture to be stuck here and there is nothing I can do, except to pray. People that love you are not supposed to hurt you, at least that is what I would like to believe.
I am thankful for each member of my family. I wish we lived much closer, like we used to. I hope one day we can live close again.