Wow, tears are making it hard for me to write! I feel the pain you felt about your sister. I spent many years of my life visiting my oldest sister in the psychiatric hospitals. They were horrible places to be, scared the hell out of me whenever I had to go. I don’t know how she endured being in these hospitals, especially after one of the patients chased me when I was about 10 years old and visiting her. I love how you love your sister, it’s special. ❤️
Ollie, you know I've read every word you've written so far, but the sections in this post about your younger sister resonate with me more than almost anything else you've written. Don't get me wrong — I've been thrilled as you've traveled to Australia and back home, having adventures in settings that are well-described and authentic. But these paragraphs about your sister and how you feel are special. I'm looking forward, as always, to more.
Cindy, Happy 4th of July... Your note back to me hit me just as hard. The little girl she was is gone. Not only because of the story you read, but also what I will write about later. No one, I mean no one, deserves the pain and suffering she has had to endure in so many events. My eyes are wet as I write this reply, and my heart is beating faster than it was a few minutes ago, knowing I have to release more from what will be written: that I was there for her and my wife, who loves her dearly. Another few words is Thank you for always replying and restacking. If you have read all of this, you will need some time to recover. But I just posted another, so no time off just yet, LOL. Stay well and hope you're getting better. Ollie
Ollie the way you write about your sister did touch my heart. I agree with Paul that your story would make a great movie. Looking forward toward to the next instalment
Wow, tears are making it hard for me to write! I feel the pain you felt about your sister. I spent many years of my life visiting my oldest sister in the psychiatric hospitals. They were horrible places to be, scared the hell out of me whenever I had to go. I don’t know how she endured being in these hospitals, especially after one of the patients chased me when I was about 10 years old and visiting her. I love how you love your sister, it’s special. ❤️
Ollie, you know I've read every word you've written so far, but the sections in this post about your younger sister resonate with me more than almost anything else you've written. Don't get me wrong — I've been thrilled as you've traveled to Australia and back home, having adventures in settings that are well-described and authentic. But these paragraphs about your sister and how you feel are special. I'm looking forward, as always, to more.
Cindy, Happy 4th of July... Your note back to me hit me just as hard. The little girl she was is gone. Not only because of the story you read, but also what I will write about later. No one, I mean no one, deserves the pain and suffering she has had to endure in so many events. My eyes are wet as I write this reply, and my heart is beating faster than it was a few minutes ago, knowing I have to release more from what will be written: that I was there for her and my wife, who loves her dearly. Another few words is Thank you for always replying and restacking. If you have read all of this, you will need some time to recover. But I just posted another, so no time off just yet, LOL. Stay well and hope you're getting better. Ollie
Thank you for this heartfelt story, Ollie. Not only the content, but your writing style also makes it exceptional.
Ollie the way you write about your sister did touch my heart. I agree with Paul that your story would make a great movie. Looking forward toward to the next instalment