Moved down to Mississippi and am living with my brother trying to get on my feet. I haven't hung out with my brother in over 30 years. We somehow lost touch with each other. I...moving to Alabama...and he going on his way doing his own things.
We used to be close....years and I mean years ago. He used to be close to all my siblings at one time. But now, things changed, people changed. But my brother is STILL the same person that I knew all those years ago. He just went thru a period of time getting lost. But now....he has come full circle and is the person that I knew, back in the day.
Mom never gave up on him. I had him move to Alabama, trying to help him. But I couldn't. And I could never understand. He would never let me get close. But...I never gave up on him. I'd listen, but was soo confused.
Now coming to Mississippi, my first two weeks, I challenged him. Called him out. Vented pent up feelings of confusion. And my brother still continued walking the same 'calm' walk. My brother opened my eyes to alot of things. And little by little, day by day, he began to open up to me, like he did when we were oh so much younger.
A couple of my siblings chose not to give up on him. Some, teetered. And others blatantly have issues with him. Not willing to listen, nor give him a chance.
I was meant to come to Mississippi. And I am glad that I am here.
My bonding with my brother has helped me to see things within myself. To look at alot of things differently.
All these years, some of my family had given up on my brother. But my brother never gave up on us.
And I'm glad he never gave up on me... He let me vent, yell, cuss and fuss. And yet he stood back and allowed me to go through all my emotions. I love my brother!
Maybe someday, all the rest of my family will feel the same way.
