Love and Ice

I hear the words "I love you Sissy," but then she does not come to see me, she does not ask if she can help me, she does not take me out so we can have a fun day together. After all we are sisters. She does not spend the day with me. She does not offer to help clean up after dinner knowing I can not do it. She does not offer to help me with my showers or take me to Dr appointments but yet I see her do it for others. She lives across the road knowing we have not had a car in over 6 months and has not once asked if we needed something from the grocery store or a prescription picked up! She does not offer to do my laundry when we have not had a washing machine. She lets Bill do everything and yet I am her sister. She gets married and does not invite me I find out by way of Facebook. She gets close to my Children and Grand Children and suddenly abandons them and stop speaking to them! She knows I moved here to SC because I am terminally ill and Bill needed help and we moved to the very town she lives in. She had more time for me when I lived in California (for 19 years) and she lived in SC.

The Words..."I Love You Sissy," do not match her actions. Her love is like Ice, thus the title of this entry.  She looked like the "pretty" Sister I knew but her heart is cold and hard and calloused!