I don’t
write much about my brother, perhaps because I never thought there was much to
say. He’s sixteen years older than I am,
so he wasn’t much of a part of my childhood. When I was in middle school and
high school, he lived at home in a room above the garage for a while, but I
only ever saw him at supper-time.
For many
years now, I’ve only seen him a few times a year and talked to him on the phone
only a few times more. Since Mom passed away in February, our contact has been
much more frequent. This past Sunday, we spent the day together at a niece’s
family picnic. He shared some stories from his youth that I have never heard. I’m
sure he has a lot more to say, and maybe I need to make the effort to hear
them.
In honor of
his birthday today, I’m sharing some of the old pictures of him that I found in
Mom’s stuff. Lucky for me, he doesn’t have internet, so if you know him and run
into him this week, don’t tell him I posted this. But you can wish him a happy
birthday.
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