By Peg Streep, PsychCentral, January 8, 2020
Over the last month or two, this question has come up with increased frequency, doubtless because of the holiday season. Some readers wrote to say that, as they aged, they particularly missed being able to share memories of the past with their siblings, while others highlighted the irony of their regrets, as “Donna” did:
“I keep thinking that it’d be good to talk to my brothers and sisters about the past and then I have to force myself to stop fantasizing since my siblings appear to have grown up with very different parents than the ones I remember. Still, it’s a pity that my recall makes me a pariah in their eyes, the ungrateful sister who dishonors our mother’s memory.”
Yet another bemoaned the loss, writing that “I wonder if I’ll ever get over being pushed out of the family I was born into by my sister who is the keeper of Mom’s flame. My two brothers are nothing more than foot soldiers in my sister’s army.”
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