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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Sibling(s) (05/01/08)

TITLE: When They're Gone
By Carol Sprock


As my husband and I seek a church home after our cross-country move, I invariably face the polite “get to know you” conversation routine. Sooner or later, someone inquires about my growing-up years. The mere suggestion of the topic ignites dread at the prospect of follow-up queries. My shoulders hunch; my chin dips to my chest. No matter that the question has been asked frequently these last three years, I fumble for words every time, never properly prepared with an answer for “Do you have any siblings?”

For over 40 years, my blithe reply was, “Three brothers, two older and one younger. Yep, I’m the only girl.” Now I’m the only child of my parents still alive and breathing in this interminable present. I’m the leftover, as an elderly gent identified me at Dave’s funeral. Vaguely, I picture myself as the tattered remnants of a meal, the detritus from the first-time-around picks. Why was I not tossed away with the rest?

I become bogged in the semantics of sibling, its denotation of two or more requiring me and at least one other of the same biological-family rank. And that niggling verb have bears such an artless air of possession while pulsing with present-ness, here, now. Does it matter that until six years ago, I had three brothers who then became two, who in three years became one, and in three months became none, as if we were characters in an Agatha Christie novel? All that remains is the history of having, and even that is fractured, incomplete without the other storytellers. Without the Glenn I used to foot-wrestle so determinedly on the family room couch while our Pomeranian bounced between us, growling and barking at whoever was winning, yes, without Glenn, what significance does the tale have? No biological other is available to calibrate my mind pictures with our sibling record.

I must face reality. Without another, there is no sibling. My present is empty. Clearly, death supersedes my sister role.

She is waiting, curious at my hesitation to such a simple question. I decide that to represent my current status, the answer is “no.” But my brain stalls; my heart refuses to permit that single syllable to roll into the thrumming silence and allow us to chat onward, for almost outside my ken sparkles a promise: if I release all to God, He will incorporate each of us into his redemption chronicle. No, death cannot end our narrative, cannot destroy my sisterhood. I can bear witness to their sibling otherness. My three brothers do vibrantly live, sometimes in the teases I use to torment my husband or in the moments some strange expression flits across my face, and it seems that John, not I, grins so slyly.

Finally I reply, “Yes. Yes, I have three brothers.” I almost shout it, but my throat constricts the bold trek of these boisterous words, and they burble forth in stammers through a wryly twisted smile. Still, I have answered, and I gulp a breath in victory. Nonetheless, the time lag between question and answer has dragged well beyond the socially appropriate response time. She quickly wraps up the conversation, sparing me from elucidating that my answer is both lie and truth.

After three years of sisterly aloneness, I can usually forestall the burning torrents of tears until I am safely away from others, at which time the falsehood of claiming brothers becomes a phantom intoning, “They’re not here. You have siblings no more, no more. They’re gone, gone forevermore.” Yowling through the empty spaces where my brothers used to be, I wail to Abba God, “They should be here, Father. They should be here, now.”

Gradually, tenderly entering my blackness, joining my keening, comes another whose breath momentarily clarifies the murky not-here faces of John and Dave and Glenn. Ah, they are so alive. Again I remember: it is not I who writes our sibling saga but the Spirit who knows the Father’s heart as well as my own. Oh yes, precious Spirit, remind me once more. I do have siblings, I do. Three brothers plus one. And the one is Jesus, the brother who will never die but lo, is with me always to the very end.

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Sara Harricharan 05/08/08
Lots of emotion into here, with old memories and stories and feelings. I liked the example of it feeling like that Agatha Christie Novel, very well done! I liked the last paragraph best.
Leticia Caroccio05/14/08
This may be my favorite article in this category. Wonderfully written, well chosen words touched my heart. I felt your pain and your hesitation as you grappled for the right response in an appropriate time within a "normal" conversation. This was an aawesome sentence: "All that remains is the history of having, and even that is fractured, incomplete, without the other storytellers". Powerful. Your description of "sisterly aloneness" was perfect, too. What I loved most was your last paragraph, which was a deeply moving prayer and cry out to Abba Father. Yes, indeed, you have brothers. More than you can count. Nicely done. Be blessed.
Lollie Hofer05/15/08
Oh my, such emotions! I have not lost a sibling and yet there were tears in my eyes to the reality that one day I will be where you are standing now. I loved the cadence of the piece, it flowed quite well with the raw emotions that were being felt by the author. I also enjoyed the hope that is given in the end. Well done! Congratulations.
Sheri Gordon05/15/08
Congratulations on your 1st place. The voice of this is very good. Nice job with the topic.
Chely Roach05/24/08
This was gorgeous and melancholy...I loved it. Congrats on your well deserved first place win. With writing such as this, you will be rising through the ranks quickly.