329/365 – people to thank who have had an impact on me. I’ll probably come off bitter or mean-spirited with this gratitude post but that is not my intent going into it. I have a sister who is almost 15 years my junior and it’s obvious that we have major differences given our age gap. My father was released from Riverview after about a decade or so once his schizophrenia was properly diagnosed and managed with medication and about a couple of years later my youngest sister Sandee was born. I can admit that I was subconsciously jealous of her and the parents that she had in that she had both and my dad was working, more or less cognizant of what was going on in the world because of the meds and adored her. However, the thing about having a younger sibling was that I had an early start on learning what parenting was all about as myself and my other sister (two years my junior) were basically responsible for her as both my parents worked at that time. I learned how to feed, bathe, clothe and change a young infant. Did I love it? Hell no LOL. Whereas all my teenage counterparts were living teenage lives, I was at home with my sisters responsible for them but I still had fun – I remember good times with Sandee – playing board games, fashion showing her Barbies, making her watch movies with me (barring the scary ones), playing dress-up, being host to her and my cousins talk shows and a host of other activities. Sadly, Sandee doesn’t remember this and has bitter feelings towards me as she feels that I wasn’t the older brother that I should have been (which boggles my mind) and I wasn’t there for her. Yes, I may not have been that dad/brother figure that she desired but that wasn’t my responsibility. In the past, I tried explaining to her (both of us as adults) that I was almost 18 years old when she was three and I was in university and had to focus on myself and I also wanted to be away from my parents as I needed to assert my own independence but because she had some idealized version of what brothers were supposed to be, I have never measured up in her eyes. I also tried to get her to see my perspective of what it was like for me to grow up with a (schizophrenic) dad who was institutionalized and unfortunately she couldn’t understand it and trivialized it – It’s sad that we have been estranged and I have not seen her daughter who was born almost two years ago nor her son who I had a great bond with. Life is like that unfortunately especially because of family dynamics. I still care for my sister even though we have our differences. Unfortunately, because both of us are of the same ilk, our pride gets in the way and I can admit that we are both to blame in the way our relationship has turned out. Wherever we may be in life, I am glad that I had Sandee as we needed each other when my father passed away three years ago. Who knows if we will even mend our broken bonds but I’m still glad that I have my sibling(s).