We reminisced about growing up, we went night fishing with some of his bredrens, we tried to out drink each other on those boring evenings and I got to see the man and father he had become. I was happy to call him brother and I told him as much. This was a shock cause we grew up shunning any semblance of emotional connectedness, but I was happy to see that I wasn't the only one being afflicted by age and maturity and that he too was suffering from being a little on the sappy side. We hugged, we reasoned, we planned for my visit to Canada (hopefully in the summer time...cause mi caan manage di cold weather too tough).
All in all , it was a good 2 weeks.......my only difficulty was that it also rehashed some bad memories of growing up and I wasn't prepared for all the emotion. Also it made me realise how much I miss us all being in the same space. It would be cool if that could happen again but with a little brother on his way to do his Phd, 2 big brothers with families in adopted lands, a sister who is on her way to home ownership in Mounty country and 2 big brothers with little care for the rest of the family let alone family occasions, I don't think it will happen any time soon. So until I can work out the details of a family reunion we will continue to meet together here and there, sometimes just two of us other times 3, and be satisfied with the opportunity we have to share space together.
2 comments:
Family is always great when the members get along.
You are soooo right.
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