My sister Danielle

Danielle was kind of the middle child in our family. I have few memories of Danielle in our childhood. I remember she was always tomboyish. We used to tease her until she got mad and wrestled us. She was stronger then us and 2 years older then me. There was a neighbor who took a liking to her and asks my parents if she could come over and visit on weekends. Today you would never even consider this but he was married and had one daughter of his own so I guess my parents didn`t mind. I remember he once came to pick her up on his Harley and she would come back on Sunday night. He used to take pictures of her and dress her like Shirley Temple. I envied her she often came home with gifts. One day I remember clearly is a weekend that Danielle didn`t go with him to Toronto along with his family. That weekend he drove under a truck trailer and was decapitated in the accident. His wife and girl also died in the accident. As I got older and learn more about life I realize that there were things going on that time that went unnoticed. My oldest brother told me that he caught him molesting Danielle one time but when he told Mom and Dad they didn`t believe him. You hear these days when speaking to a gay person things like ``I always new I was gay ‘or Ì was born this way`. In Danielle’s case you have wonder was she born a lesbian or did some of her childhood trauma direct there. For years we suspected she was a lesbian but only ten years ago did she make it official. She did have a relationship with a man years before and got pregnant but that didn`t work out. She did have a daughter from this relationship called Natasha. Although I didn`t always agree with how Danielle raised Natasha She grew up to be a very nice women and a good mother I am told. Natasha married a man in the American military and had had a daughter of there own name Keniesha. Over the years Danielle and I were never the closes and we`ve had a few falling out. It is regrettable what happens to families who come from dysfunctional homes. Everyone deals with the pain in the only way they know and sometime that means distancing them self from anything that reminds them of it. All I know is that in a recent visit to Ottawa I came to see how so full of hate she is for Me and all men it seems.