I'm the youngest of 3 kids. Two boys and me. My oldest brother passed away when I was in 7th grade. He lived in Washington DC and suffered from seizures his entire life.
My brother Pighead as I call him have the same father. What is the appropriate term for father who was never present? Sperm donor? late night lady suitor? Any who but he left home when I was about 12.
The older I got the more we grew apart. 2000 miles is a lot to keep up with. Plus we are both stubborn and like to do things the way we want to do things even if that means we do nothing. We do nothing because we don't want to do anything .
As an adult and trying to sort out life. I realized how much I looked up to my brother. He was my father. Then when he moved the miles got in-between us and I realized he couldn't help me when I needed him. He really didn't hang the moon and stars, life did function without his physical presence. But what I should have realized is that it didn't mean he didn't love me or cared for me. Looking back I see all the errors I've made.
I went to Seattle to try and mend our relationship but we ended up just covering the broken pieces. (Stupid, stupid, stupid) I tell you stubbornness runs deep within us.
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