I miss my brother. It’s funny that I miss him because growing up I couldn’t stand him! I don’t know why I didn’t want him around but I just didn’t. Looking back I think it’s because I was jealous of him. He’s a real smart cookie and I must have felt threatened or diminished in some way when he was around. Anyhow, I made his early life miserable by not being a nice older brother. Man, I still feel guilty for that. I’ve apologized and he’s accepted.
I don’t know when it happened but sometime in our lives we became friends. Maybe it was because we didn’t live together anymore of maybe because I realized how lucky I am to have such a great younger brother. Whatever the reason, we got close.
I’m not writing this because he’s sick and dying or anything like that. He’s a picture of health. I think I’m writing this because after having a kid and realizing how important family is, you want them around you. Moms and dads, brothers and sisters have expanded their roles to become grandparents, uncles and aunts. They are not only your family but the family your kid will grow up knowing and loving.
But Bobby lives in Winston-Salem North Carolina and I can’t see him every week or every other month. Even every six months would be tough. He’s busy, I’m busy…there is just no time. The good news is, we’ll probably end up seeing each other sometime this summer. He’s dying to meet his niece and I can’t wait until he gets to hold her and snuggle her and spoil her in the way Uncle Bobby can and will.
I can only hope that if one day Ava has a younger brother or sister, she realizes how special that person is.
We miss you Bob!