All the Little Grubbs

Last June, my parents, brother and I flew out to California to see my Aunt Eileen and Uncle Lance.  This picture is of my dad and his only sister.  They don’t get to see each other often and it was wonderful to hear stories from their childhood.  From the exciting times of living in Africa, to the extremely sad times of watching their mother pass away from cancer when they were young.

It’s a different perspective, observing someone with a sibling.  A depth, and opening of themselves that you don’t see in their surface interactions with the world.  Almost like there is a secret society and only the siblings are members.

Our siblings push buttons that cast us in roles we felt sure we had let go of long ago – the baby, the peacekeeper, the caretaker, the avoider…. It doesn’t seem to matter how much time has elapsed or how far we’ve traveled.                                   ~Jane Mersky Leder