My Brother and I at a Recent Christmas |
I grew up with three sisters
and no brother and being the only one with the different chromosome was an
issue at times. I secretly longed for brother
all those years growing up. I had a
number of surrogate brothers in the friends I made then and still have through
all these years – but I still wanted a real brother.
Those dreams were realized
when I stepped off a plane from Germany
in 1979 and met my sister’s new boyfriend.
I was concerned at the time about assassination squads from a recent ex-fiancé
but forgot all that as soon as I met my new brother. From the moment we met it was almost as if we
shared a brain – of course that was bad news for my sister who was the good
natured target of our brotherly humor.
My Brother with his Wife Long Suffering Target of Brotherly Humor |
He is one of the finest
people I know and can also tell you off the top of his head the result of any Red
Sox game played in the last forty years.
He cares deeply and passionately about
family and I know if I ever needed anything he would be there for me. He certainly has in all the years I have
known him. My kids gravitated towards
him from their earliest age – always the fun uncle – if a little silly at times
– just ask Philosophus.
My Kids With Their Favorite Uncle |
If you asked me to choose
one of the things that makes me most happy in life I would tell you – sitting
around a table with my brother in law (he with his wine and me with a beer) and
family - just enjoying each other’s company.
It’s as easy now as it was on that first car ride in from Logan Airport
in 1979 with “that guy!” – I love you brother.
Officiating Kielbasa Consumption with my Son and Son in Law |
With my Daughter in the Early 1980's |
Talking With Him at His Wedding |
A Recent Football Get Together |
Surrounded by my Daughter and Son in Law |
His Son's Christening Along with My Late Mom and Sister |
Sharing an Adult Beverage Prior to Hockey Game with His Bro in Law |
What He Does Best - Love My Sister Even More Important than his Brotherly Responsibilities |
On the decidedly more
mundane level I spent the entire day yesterday out in the yard with my wife
playing musical plants as she decided which flowers needed to be moved into the
new garden. My Keene Friend wisely
escaped early in the morning which sent Buddy into a deep depression when he
realized there would be no early morning walk.
Buddy Trying to be Patriotic on Memorial Day but Missing his Designated Walker |
My wife saw how “easily” I
moved a couple of the really large flowers she had in mind and this whetted her
appetite for much bigger things. I was
soon moving plants to the neighbors’ house, from one side of the garden to
another and being carefully instructed on how to dig holes based on her vast
experience. Actually it was a lot of fun
as I could see her getting excited about the new garden.
My Wife (on right - she's going to kill me) Transplanting Some of Her Extra Flowers in Neighbors Garden - See Tractor Trailer for Size of Next |
After several fun hours of
this I had to attack the lawn which had reached jungle status again with all
the rain we had received. I was
periodically called off the tractor to move more plants and assist with some
garden expansion plans (it never ends).
I finished up the lawn just in time to head inside to watch the Red Sox.
New Garden Filling Up |
Wile we were watching the
Sox we got a call from our son and the MEF and her most excellent parents (
must be where she got that quality from).
You could hear over the phone how deliriously happy everybody was with the
engagement news. We received our first
wedding planning guidance and my wife made her obligatory but doomed suggestion
to have the wedding in Panama .
Downhill Construction - 2d Floor Walls Are Up |
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