There are people in my life that have drifted away over the years. For various reasons, we've fallen out of touch, and at the moment I have more contact with some distant cousins than I do with relatives who are relatively close.
One of those people who is absent from my life is my half-sister, Deborah Ruth Perron. I haven't heard from her in years, and the cause of our estrangement is complicated. Our lives are far divergent on many fronts. She's ten years older than me, and had a very different upbringing. We were both essentially only children, even though we had the same mother.
One thing we both inherited was artistic aspiration. While mine has been focused on writing, Deborah always dreamed of becoming an actress, like our grandmother Nadine. Yet, much like the literary fields, acting is a career plagued with a critical supply and demand problem. There are too many people trying to do it, and not enough need for their services. For every actor who makes a living or becomes famous, there are a dozen others who never get the chance; not because they aren't qualified or suitable, but because they just aren't chosen. Call it fate, luck, God's will, whatever. It is a sad truth that so much talent goes to waste. Last I heard, Deborah had given up on her dream for the most part, as so many people tend to do.
I don't know if Deborah will ever discover this blog, or care to contact me again, though much like the Moody Blues song says, there are letters I've written never meaning to send. If the chance ever comes that we should meet again, online or in person, it would be a welcome experience.
Wherever she may be and whatever she may be doing, I wish her happiness.
|Deborah Perron with Aaron Rogers|