Today I had a call from one of my brothers. He informed me that our other brother is very ill.
Today my estrangement from my brothers ended.
Whatever differences we had in the past, they mean nothing now. Those differences are minor and probably mostly my fault due to my overly sensitive nature.
My brothers and I are about a year apart in age, which means we're all old.
All three of us are facing increasing medical issues. Years ago we used to take care of our Mother. We all teased our Mother about all her doctors' appointments. Karma has a way of getting back to you. Now we schedule our weeks and months around medical appointments.
My brothers and I had a wonderful Mother. We also had a good father but he was mostly indifferent to us. My brothers and I were always closer to our Mother than our father. However, my youngest brother, who I feature here in my video compilation, was the "pet" of our father, which I highly resented when I was younger. But then I was the "moma's boy" so I guess it all evened out except for our middle brother. Oh yes, we had the classic sibling definition. But I have to say our Mother loved us all even though she didn't display physical affection like hugs. We weren't a "huggy" family but she protected us like a fierce Moma Bear. And we weren't spoiled either. She taught us all responsibility and how to fend for ourselves. A good Mother, we were very lucky to have such a mom.
|Mom and "her boys" - 1951|
However, as I became an adult we grew very close. I grew to respect and like my youngest brother, much to my surprise, as I never had when we were younger.
Growing up I kept mostly to myself with my friends. My two younger brothers were best friends.
Now we're at that time of our life when we realize that most of our best days are behind us. Now we're all fighting against Father Time. Trying to eek out a few more good days, weeks, months and even years of peace and serenity with our families.
|Labor Day- 2005|
My youngest brother is very ill. I plan to visit him next month. It will be good to see him again.
I'm glad we're all back together. This is as it should be.
Petty differences and hurt feelings. They mean nothing at a time like this.
We're brothers. Mom always called us "My boys."
She took good care of us. Now is the time for us to take care of one another.
|August 2010 - my father's funeral - last time we were all together|
Friends and lovers come and go.
Brothers are forever.
|French Creek State Park, July 26, 1956 (I remember the day because it was the day the ocean liner Andrea Doria sunk)|