Today’s thankful: Neither I nor my siblings are likely to be in the public eye

The news media today is in an uproar because one of Madonna’s brothers is apparently living on the streets in Michigan. Public opinion seems to be that she should take care of him. What?! On what planet is a person responsible for the welfare of his or her siblings? I understand that family should take care of family, and I agree with that to a point. For example, if one of my siblings needed help through no fault of their own, I would step up and do what I could. But, and here is the gigantic but, if I had helped them once and they made the same stupid mistake, I would SO not feel obligated to step in again. So my problem with the public opinion being that Madonna should step up and care for her brother is that we don’t know their back story. It is none of our business. I frankly don’t care what she does. I simply believe that it is awfully easy to sit back and judge when you don’t have all of the facts. I am choosing to stay out of that particular argument as to whether she should or shouldn’t help him. I am thankful that neither my siblings nor I are likely to be in the public eye anytime soon, so if they were to need help while I looked the other way, it wouldn’t make the evening news.

Today’s thankful: Coffee time with my sister

In these times of busy, busy, busy, I am thankful that my sister and I can find a half an hour a few days a week to have coffee and chitty chat. I enjoy coffee and chitty chat with my friends, but my sister has known me my whole life, and that bond makes our time so much better.

Today’s thankful: Happy memories

My sister used to sing “Desperado” by the Eagles every time she was drunk. I happened to see this phenomenon enough times in my life that the song makes me think of her. Tuesday afternoon I was on my way to mom’s house when that song came on the radio. The grief of her being gone hit me like a ton, then it slowly transformed into happy memories of her singing that song, usually with a wine glass in her hand. Yesterday I was telling my other sister that I had heard “Desperado” on the radio and she smiled and said, “Shell’s drunk song!” Yeah, I miss my sister, but sure am thankful for all of the happy memories.