ANITA, Happy BirthDay!

Today is my younger Sister Anita's Birthday, 38: I MISS HER SO MUCH!!!! That is Anita with the long hair, her son and his Aunty.

Anita and I are actually half-brother&sister, but our love for each other knows no bounds. She has had a life, and a half squeezed into these past 38 years and besides my Mother is really my only family. Our other sister does not speak to us, except on rare drunken occasions which for the most part we would rather not have to deal with such encounters. Never ends good when I talk the Cherie, the older sister, but Anita is a different story.
We connect on a Soul Level that transsends all boundaries. We have always loved each other deeper than anyone one else in the family. Somehow before our Mother came clean and told us, we knew that WG was not our father.... thank the deities. Anita found out first.
She was living in the Middle East with her husband and family (3 boys) very happy,,, even if she was a convert to Islam. She was more devout than alot who were born into the religion. We talked about it alot as her and I have always shared our religious/spiritual experiences..
We grew up in a Southern Baptist home and in our childhood, we both had experiences that were outside the norm of most. I questioned everything alot more than Anita, but Anita has a gift of Devotion that makes her stronger in so many qualities. At the time, she still had faith in the God of Abraham, I was quickly losing the belief that the god of the Bible was the same as the GOD I wished to believe in as a Diety. Our paranormal experiences were many and varied, and we didn't even know that we both had had UFO experiences until later in life. We both knew that we had lived more than one life together and even when she was a Muslim, she tended to be more Sufi like, (which I can handle) as opposed to being a strict Modern Islamic adherent.
Then the war came and Anita lived in that small rich country which was invaded. We lost contact for over 15 days. I was a mad man. It was one of the most horrible feelings.
I had not even seen her for a number of years, we only had computers, phones and letters. Then she was gone. I didn't know if she was OK, even if I psychically knew she was alive. I was already a pagan and I called up some energies to surround my baby sister and family. She escaped in the middle of the night by driving an old Chevrolet across the desert to Saudi Arabia, with 3 small boys in tow. The life of luxury was gone, Anita's life was forever changed.
To make a very long story short, we got them all back to America and her husband went to work for the military as an interpreter and was shipped back to the middle east. It was the roughest time. After everything was '''over''' they ended going back, that was their home. Her husband became a dick ,,, literally and being they can take second wives, chose to do so. Anita stayed for a year and we had to trick him by telling him our Mother was dying to get him to return her passports to come home, she came with the boys. Wanted a divorce. The boys could not adjust to life in America they stayed for 3 years before returning to Kuwait where they live today,,, I haven't seen or talked to them. I am sure they are being taught to distance themselves from us because we are decadent Americans.. It is a sad story really.
But Anita continues to LIVE. She met a wonderful man and they now have a son.... she can spit out some male heirs now. They live in Boston, near Salem, practically in poverty. I feel like shit not being able to do for myself, much less to help them. But she is always upbeat and positive, believes everything is OK,,, even when it is not. That is why I love her so much, she keeps me up no matter what is happening.
Now that my mother came clean about my father, we both talk alot about having not known our real dads. She at least knows hers and has contact when she wants, but they aren't really close or anything. My sister is a rock. One of the stongest women I know of on the planet. Personally I was very happy when she ditched the Muslim religion, but it took her awhile and she now has reverted back to a form of the Roman Catholic background of her childhood schoool years, but has many of my pagan beliefs and is friends with a number of witches up in Salem where she lives She believes that it is the same god regardless of what others think,, and I allow her that ,, as she allows for my far out 'pagan' beliefs,, which she could not help as she is a Natural Medium. She does not care to develop it,, but if she did she could put that dude on TV to shame.
Hopefully I will get to see them at Thanksgiving. I am trying to scrap the money together to pay for them a trainride down here,, but it is going to be very difficult as, I just found out my Roommate is moving out in two weeks, again leaving me in a very bad position with my home.... trials and tribulations,,,,
right now, I just want to hug my sister,,, I haven't for a very long time,, and I miss her so very very much