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.