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I’ve been whining of late, in this venue, regarding my lack of funds, a decent transportation vehicle, lack of guns, health ISSUES,  in other words, me, me, ME!

How shallow and self-centered of me.  Seriously.

I’ve had two brothers.  One, a step-brother, lives a short distance away, was pre-eminent in his field (is now retired), and is a truly fine human being.  But, we have no real relationship.

Why, you ask?

Because he is 12 years older than I and we have absolutely nothing in common, except we lived in the same house for a year or so, after my Dad remarried.  He, in college, me, in the third grade.

You see the problem?

The other brother remains unnamed.  Why?  Well, I only found out about him a couple of years ago.  You see, I am a twin, and my brother didn’t survive.  And my parents never told me about him.

Fast-forward to this past weekend.  I’m fumbling around here, trying to get computers to work and get on-line long enough to post on this blog, with limited success.

And I didn’t get to read many other blogs, as I usually do, daily.

I missed word from Brigid that her brother ‘Big Bro’ had passed away, after his long battle with cancer.  He was a U.S. Navy veteran, a motorcyclist, and a fine man.  How do I know this?  He’s her brother, how could he not be?

Please say a prayer for her and her family, if that’s what you do.

And take time to remember brothers everywhere – named and unnamed.

Thank you.


About guffaw1952

I'm a child of the 50's. libertarian, now medically-retired. I've been a certified firearms trainer, a private investigator, and worked for a major credit card company for almost 22 years. I am a proud NRA Life Member. I am a limited-government, free-market capitalist, who believes in the U.S. Constitution and the Rule of Law.


4 thoughts on “Brothers

  1. For years I missed out on a relationship with my Brother. Since my divorce a few years ago, we have visited more and talked on the phone more. It’s tough to just go visit because he is 500 miles away. It was doubly tough when Mom was sick. I do agree, being on disability sucks.

    Posted by robertsgunshop | April 24, 2014, 8:29 am
  2. I grew up 1500 miles away from my brothers. It never changed my love for them but it did make it difficult to think of them on a daily basis. Luckily, those miles have been washed aside the last few years.
    When I see or call them now, even if its been 3 years (seeing them), we just pick up talking where we left off.
    My oldest bro is 10 yrs my senior. Granted, we had more opportunities to connect than it sounds like you had with your stepbrother but give him a call, it may surprise you! If not…nothing lost.

    Posted by KM | April 24, 2014, 10:28 pm

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