| Candace, Washington · Monday, September 20, 1999 |
| My twin brother died two years ago this November. He was thirty. People have started asking whether I'm "doing better," and I never know what to say, because I'm doing different, not better. Then I read your line about it getting different and I sat at my desk at work and cried. Thank you for the shaving mirror part, too. I can't look at old photographs of the two of us. I thought I was the only one. |
| Harold, Pennsylvania · Thursday, September 9, 1999 |
| Mr. Griswold, my brother and I were identical too, and machinists in the same shop for thirty-one years, so I know a little about a partnership. He passed in 1995. Our mother called us "the boys" until the day she died, as if we were one fellow in two pairs of shoes. I am fifty-seven. I still look for him in the parking lot at the end of the shift. Your page is the first thing I've read that says that is not crazy. |
| Betty, Ohio · Sunday, August 22, 1999 |
| Your Saturdays are my Tuesdays. My sister and I bowled in the same league every Tuesday night for twenty-six years. After she died I didn't go back for most of a year. This spring my friend picked me up and drove me there without asking. I bowled a 98. Nobody said a word. It was the best night I've had since. Go on Saturday, Laurence. Good for you. |
| Sandy, Texas · Tuesday, August 3, 1999 |
My twin sister died the day we were born. I am thirty-four. I don't remember her, and I have missed her my whole life, and almost nobody understands how both of those can be true. I wasn't sure I belonged on a page like yours. I hope it's all right that I wrote.
Sandy, it is more than all right. The people at Twinless Twins taught me early that a twin lost at birth is a twin lost, and that those who lost theirs before they could remember carry it as surely as I do. You belong here. -- L.G. |
| Wilson, Kentucky · Sunday, July 18, 1999 |
| My brother and I were fraternal, not identical, so nobody ever mixed us up. He was killed in Vietnam in 1968. We were twenty-six. That's thirty-one years ago now, and I want to tell you, sir, it does get different, just as you say, and it keeps on getting different. Some years are easier. Our birthday never is. I'll be thinking of you next March. |
| Lillian, Minnesota · Wednesday, June 30, 1999 |
| My twin sister and I quilted together for forty years, one on each side of the frame. She died in 1996 with a quilt half done. I couldn't finish it and I couldn't put it away. Last winter I finally sat down on her side of the frame and finished it. Then I sat on my side and cried. I hope you keep his card in the box always. |
| Brad, Oregon · Sunday, June 13, 1999 |
| Identical brother, car accident, ten years ago this December. I'm 38. I still reach for the phone to call him when something happens, good or bad. Your seven o'clock phone call got me. I didn't know other people had that too. Thank you for writing all this down. I've never been able to. |
| Judith, Massachusetts · Thursday, May 27, 1999 |
| A friend I met through Twinless Twins sent me your address. My sister has been gone four years. We were "the Twins" at church for sixty years and now I am "Judith, you know, the twin," which is worse somehow. People in our town still call me by her name too, and I have never once corrected them either. I thought it was because I was too tired. Now I think it is something else. Thank you. |
| Duane, Iowa · Sunday, May 2, 1999 |
| I don't golf. We pitched horseshoes. My brother and I farmed side by side for forty years on two quarters our dad split down the middle, and we pitched horseshoes behind his machine shed every Sunday after church from the time we could lift one. He died in '93. I still have his shoes, I mean the horseshoes. Couldn't tell you the last time I threw them. Maybe I will this summer. My granddaughter set up this computer and found your page. |
| Janine, California · Monday, April 19, 1999 |
| I lost my twin sister last year. She was forty. My niece found your page and printed it out for me, and I have read it maybe twenty times. "You do not miss a thing less because you had it longer." I would say the same is true the other way, that you don't miss it less because you had it shorter. Forty years wasn't enough and seventy-one wasn't enough. I'm so sorry about Jerome. |
| Tyrone, Georgia · Tuesday, April 6, 1999 |
| My brother died when we were nineteen. That was 1983. I've been half of something for sixteen years now, longer than I was whole, if you count from when I was old enough to know. I've got a wife and two boys and a good life and I miss him every day. Thank you for this, Mr. Griswold. Hit 'em straight. |
| Gladys, Florida · Saturday, March 20, 1999 |
I am seventy-five and I lost my twin sister in 1990. My grandson is typing this for me because I don't know how. I just wanted to say how glad I am to find somebody my age on the computer talking about this. Everybody on those twin pages seems so young. You and I had our twins a long time, Laurence, and that is a blessing and that is the whole trouble. God bless you.
Gladys, you were the first to sign. Thank you, and thank your grandson. -- L.G. |
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