When we were little kids, my brother was basically my best friend. Of course I had school friends, and Suzie, but no one spent as much time with me as my brother. I was the shy one between us, and in many ways he was the courageous and social one. Most of the time I ended up tagging along with him and his friends rather than the typical older sibling leading the way. It worked – he would talk to just about anyone, and I could see who was safe and decide who to invest in. He was my gateway to socialization.
As we got older and went in entirely opposite ways (which was no accident as we were born at the most diametrically-opposite positions on the calendar: February 25 and August 24) we fell out of each other’s circles, and moved far away from being the friends I thought we were. It was then that our brotherhood held us together – the blood given to us by our parents and shared only by us – and it has been enough to see us through all these years. Eventually we got back to being friends again, the way we always did after every fight or argument. After 45 years of having him here, we may have finally figured out how to be friends and brothers.
Today is his birthday, so Happy Birthday baby bro! I love you.
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