This Saturday I’m making a quick trip to Boston with my brother. (Let it sink in.) I honestly can’t recall the last time we traveled anywhere together, so I’m very much looking forward to that, because traveling with my brother reminds me of cherished childhood moments – weddings and such – when we stuck together in the face of family strife and drama, even when we were the cause of said strife and drama. Things are decidedly changed now, and we can co-exist as adults who don’t always agree, but can manage a happy tolerance of each other, amid the knowledge that we’ll always be brothers, and no one else on this earth knows exactly what the other went through as a kid. Not even Suzie or Andy will ever know what my brother and I shared – and I imagine it’s the same for many siblings – especially those who only have one other. That’s what strikes me most when I watch my niece and nephew together – and one day I’ll have a heart-to-heart on what it all means. Perhaps they’ll have some word of wisdom for us.
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