Footnote June 2021: I think this needed a little more perspective.  This was written after the death of our mother.  As I watched at her memorial the dynamic play out of denial, refusal, rejection, the rise of their self importance.   And I knew that that it would probably be the last time I'd see any of them.  Not because I didn't want it - but because to them - I don't exist. 
Their worlds can't accept what mine is.  And at this junction, I've made mostly my peace with that.  Though the longing for connection still whispers across my soul occasionally. I know also, that I'm not willing on any level, to allow back into my life the level of toxicity that they'd bring.
So to each I bow in humble thanks - for what you taught me in our long years apart and our few together.   As I've watched your dances unfold and had to say "Yeah - no thanks".  I know your secrets - and I don't care.  Your actions speak louder than your secrets do - and you don't get it.  
Farewell siblings of birth - I'm here - but.