Today my sibling, four years younger, is having double knee replacement surgery.
Three months ago today, I injured my knee on a beach walk – coincident with her email announcement.
Bad knees are our heritage, so I inquired of all siblings about their needs and knees, a compassionate listener.
Bad knees are our heritage, but empathy and mutual concern are not. Not one of the trio asked me back.
My knees aren’t bothering me, after physical therapy – and neither is my conscience.
And, for the record, that blogging is, I don’t run, but I walk away as fast as I can.