JD

We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws. - Rose Macaulay


I ran with my baby brother today.
When he asks if I was thinking 3 miles and I reply with yes 3 or 4. He instinctively says, lets go 4 and I laugh.
This is how it has always been. A source of constant encouragement for each other in this or that.
We talked about his upcoming wedding day and what we needed to do to solve the insurance crisis and medical dilemmas in the great US of A.
Treasures of pulling him in the wagon and pretending he was my real live doll seem so near.
When I look back on crucial moments among all that I see his face is there.
We shared a bunk together for a year when we lived in the back of the chiropractic office.
His were the arms that I ran to first when Damien and I broke off our engagement for a time.
It was him standing between Dad and I during a knock down drag out when I was proclaiming his innocence.
He is the one who took Julian to catch his first fish.
He will become a husband and a doctor in the same month.
Oh this God given built in friend of mine, it's only just beginning.

To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. - Clara Ortega