I was fifty-eight when I found out I had a brother, just before my mother died a a decade ago. He is five years older than me, and today is his birthday. I woke up this morning and wept with gladness that I have a brother. “My brother Pete.” I say the words “my brother” now, and realize that it took fifty-eight years to utter them together. I have two sisters, and “my sisters” has come out of my mouth more times than I can possibly imagine, but “my brother” has been said by me one hundred and fifty-nine times a year after finding out. I like that the number can only go up, and each time it does, I feel he has a larger place in my life.
Beautiful, moving story, so well told. Big gulp at the end there, for me. Many of us know Pete from The Black Duck and also his fabulous pontoon boat which was the location of two wonderful 'celebrations at sea' I attended. Pete knows more about the shoreline in the area than anyone I've ever met. He knows who lives in which $10 million homes, tells stories about the development of the area, even specific houses have stories. We drank champagne, made toasts, laughed, meditated at sea (yup), and Pete sat at the helm, taking our cues and enjoying our joy, I think. But...he didn't let me drive that boat. I asked, pleaded, told him I knew how to drive a boat, only wanted to putter for a bit...but nope. The gentle giant might be gentle, but he is firm! It was a new boat then. Maybe I'll ask again this year :) Thanks for sharing--I so look forward to each post of yours
I love this and that you have a brother. Did your mom get to meet him before she died? Whether she did or did not, I hope she had peace. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing. ❤️
Beautiful, moving story, so well told. Big gulp at the end there, for me. Many of us know Pete from The Black Duck and also his fabulous pontoon boat which was the location of two wonderful 'celebrations at sea' I attended. Pete knows more about the shoreline in the area than anyone I've ever met. He knows who lives in which $10 million homes, tells stories about the development of the area, even specific houses have stories. We drank champagne, made toasts, laughed, meditated at sea (yup), and Pete sat at the helm, taking our cues and enjoying our joy, I think. But...he didn't let me drive that boat. I asked, pleaded, told him I knew how to drive a boat, only wanted to putter for a bit...but nope. The gentle giant might be gentle, but he is firm! It was a new boat then. Maybe I'll ask again this year :) Thanks for sharing--I so look forward to each post of yours
I love this and that you have a brother. Did your mom get to meet him before she died? Whether she did or did not, I hope she had peace. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing. ❤️
Thanks for sharing. What a moving story. I wonder what secrets about my family I will never know. Wish I did. Glad you do now. Great theme for a book!