Letter

Date written:

February 28, 2014

From:

Rebeka Adcock

To:

Michelle Adcock

Letter:

Dear sister I wrote this a year ago through some website called 'futurepostbox' - it e-mails/posts a letter you write in a year. So I thought I'd try it and you were one of the people I wanted to write one to. I'm sat in my Uni dorm room on Friday 28th February half an hour before I go to give blood... Remember when we used to play granny's and motorbikes when we tried to hide from Mom instead of going to bed? They didn't like that suggestion when I made it here for a drinking game (something about it being too silly); that's us though. If I were to use a word to describe us, it would be 'silly'. There'd be a bunch of other words in there too but that's the main one I think. Part of me wishes we could go back to that time when we didn't care about anything and it was just us two making medicines in the back garden; taping our faces together until it was red; decorating Mom's hair with an infinite amount of bobbles. But a part of me doesn't. We've had to grow up so much so quickly that I sometimes forget about those moments. And I reckon you forget them too sometimes; and we should both remember them. But the reason I say I don't want to go back to those moments is because we've learnt so much that it's made us better people. True, we have things we wish we could change. But doesn't everyone? Ours are just not always visible. You are a strong, independent woman (cliché much?) and I admire you for your bravery; honesty; loyalty. I hope a year from writing this you've found something you love to do and are making something out of it. A job; college course; apprenticeship; university - they would be amazing if you'd accomplished even one of them. But so is talking to a stranger you wouldn't want to. Or answering the phone. I would be proud of you if you'd managed any of them - even getting out the door every day. I'd say prouder, but I can't be because I already am the most I can be. If people ask me about my family, the first person I'd think of is "I have a sister and she's amazing". It's okay to not always be okay. It's something being at Uni has taught me. It's how we deal with it. I've had to face fears and dark thoughts a lot more than I thought I would, albeit sometimes it's got the better of me, but I've discovered I was stronger than I thought I was. I am proud to say you're my sister. I am in awe of who you are and I love you no matter what. Rebeka. xxxxxx

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February 28, 2015