On my brother

I have had some bad times with my brother growing up. Who hasn’t? There was a period of time that my brother and I didn’t speak to one another except out of necessity for a period of about six months. We went in different circles, were treated differently by our parents, and we just didn’t get along one bit.

Coming back home has been quite nice. Around familiar surroundings, people, and family is always something never to be taken for granted.  I never realized this while a teenager, or even while in the military. Home was a place to spend ten days at a time, then take back off, leaving everyone again. It’s no surprise to me that nobody really cared if and when I came back on leave, since most of the time I was busy getting in touch with old friends and banging chicks instead of getting to know my family…. again.

Having been back “home” for a year now, I have gotten to get to know my family better, and basically reacquainted with them. Having lived with my father for several months, then in our own place, and now with my mother, I’ve gotten to spend quite a bit of time hanging out with my little brother, my sisters,  my parents and step parents but not my older brother.  I would see him at family gatherings, occasionally one on one, but never for long, and no real conversation could be made, at least until recently.

Honestly, it’s a little creepy how close we are in opinion on many, many different things.  Religion, Politics, and even TV shows, while we have slight differences in views, its just odd for me to actually share something like that with my brother.

Let me get this out there right now. I am astounded at my brothers insights to just about everything. He has a way with speaking that makes complete sense. When we talk I’m just about always  inwardly saying “Wow”. I’m in awe of his thought processes and reasoning.

I want to be like him. He’s one of the few people in my life that I look up to.

Thank you Sambo, for some just mind-blowing conversations, and I look forward to future ones.

D Manchild

P.S.

Oh, and he’s so modest too.