My brother is probably one of my best friends. He understands me in a way that few people do, can irritate me quicker than anyone but also is a comfort in his way. We always know how to make each other laugh and have more inside jokes than we know what to do with. We have some fantastic examples in our lives of siblings who are always there for each other in my parents’ siblings. I think it’s probably a rare thing to grow up close to all your aunts and uncles and cousins the way we got to. My dad has one sister and we were always up at her house spending time with her and my cousin. My mom has 4 sisters and a brother and they’re ALWAYS talking to each other - it’s a wild group chat.
There's a long history in our family of close siblings, on both sides of the family. Even if they lived far apart, there are stories of support and generosity between them. Our grandfather had a ton of siblings, our grandmothers each had one brother, and our other grandfather has one sister. All of them had unique and special relationships whose effects trickled down and influenced the quality of our connections with each other to this day. Between the shared experiences and even the shared trauma, whether a good connection or a poor one, it’s one of the most influential connections a person can have. I, for one, will always be thankful for mine.
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Grampa Turk (middle) Aunt Betty and Grampaw HD (abt. 1948) |
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My Poppa (right) and three of his siblings (2013) |
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Nana and her brother Quinn (abt 1996)
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So as an ode to siblings, here are some of my favorite family sibbie pics!
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My mom and her family, right after she was born (1964)
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My Dad and his Sister (1969-70)
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Richard Sawyer and his brother Gilman (1916)
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