I tried talking to my brother early this morning. I guess we finally grew apart. He didn’t want to talk, he said he’d had too much for the past couple of years that he really does not want to talk anymore. I gave it my best shot, and he didn’t want it. That’s all I was after actually, certainty that he did not want me. Because frankly, that is what keeps me up at night—the thought of a younger brother looking for some big brotherly company, and not getting any. I guess I assumed too much, or maybe have complacently situated myself in a position that he will need me eventually.
Now I can finally let go. Now that I know he’s ready to live life without me. I now let God take control. Please give him the brotherly companion when he needs it most. I’m moving aside.
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