Sisters...

My sister called. Only sisters can talk after several weeks but it seems like they talked yesterday. There are no uncomfortable silences. There are no awkward moments. Not ever. Actually, I have known her longer than I have known anyone here on earth. Our parents are deceased, and we are the only living siblings. We do have a brother in law and sister in law, but of course, we knew each other before we received in laws into the family. Some days...I just wish I could pop into her home and sit in the chair opposite of hers and talk...and read...and laugh. I wish we could take a trip down through the old homestead area and try to figure out exactly where the house was when it was standing, and we were living in it. I want to walk through the graveyards that hold our extended family members and drive through the town where I watched movies on Saturday night projected on a commercial building by an old reel camera. Maybe we could stop for a moment at the old mill, where my parents bought products in floral colored sacks that would become a new dress for me. Maybe we could even take off our shoes and walk a few steps into the Little Wabash River just so we could say we did it one more time. Perhaps we could try really hard to imagine the house is still standing and it is a holiday. We could pretend the entire family is still there and imagine that the extended family from Chicago has arrived for the big celebration. We would create lasting memories while eating fresh vegetables from the garden and fried chicken prepared in Mother's skillet. In the evening, we could pretend that the front porch is still there, and that we are watching the little children catch lightning bugs. Brother Eddie, Brother Charles, Brother Harold Galoway and Sister Claribelle would be there too. For just a while....we could imagine we lived in an uncomplicated world without cell phones and televisions.....yeah...perhaps.