I have 6 siblings (older bro passed away 7yrs ago), 23 years from oldest to youngest, same parents.I love each of them in a different way, as follows:
Big Brother—12 years older. He taught me to play my first instrument, and was a role model in a lot of ways. He was an alcoholic, and I naively acted as an enabler for many years. He originally disapproved of my interracial marriage, but grew to love my wife in light of the positive changes he saw in me after I was married. His death angered me, and I felt guilty about that for a long time, but now I love him for who he was to me, and I can remember the good times.
Big Sister—10 years older. I was 10 when she got married, and actually lived with her and her family for awhile. Her husband was in politics, and was instrumental in shaping me into the liberal that I am today, although he has become very cynical and conservative in the past 20 years or so.
Younger Brother—3 years younger. Professional drummer. I was jealous of the career he achieved in music, because I tried and could not do the same. I overcame my jealousy when I realized my music career was just as successful as his, but in a different way. I remember teaching him how to read, and reading books to/with him at bed time.
1st younger sis—4 years younger. She’s the spinster in the family, and her heart is much larger than her bank account. She and I have many friends in common from our teen/young adult time.
2nd younger sis—5 years younger. Were a lot closer when younger, but have grown apart doe to spousal conflicts. My wife and her husband can’t stand each other. Also we’re 2000 miles apart. but I love her and miss her every day.
Baby sister—11 years younger Mom was pregnant with her at my older sister’s wedding. In many ways she reminds me of myself. Also a very close relationship.