He was my best friend, my savior, and my partner in crime, and I had all of the respect for him that a little sister could have. I asked him once how if he would teach me how to make people laugh. He had a way with his wit, and I knew I could never match that. I followed him everywhere he went. I did everything he did; I even wore his clothes. When dad encouraged me to be in choir I chose band, that’s what Greg would have done. I wanted to be his best friend, I wanted to help him build his tree-forts, and go on his paper route. Even if it was five in the morning. I had to have everything he had. I even bought the same LA Gear shoes as his, in the little boys department.
One winter we had four days off of school. In the field behind our house, we decided to go sledding. We were having so much fun, just the two of us, none of our other friends. I realized that he was my best friend that day; the closest person to me in the whole world, right down to our DNA I never wanted that weekend to end. I remember being so sad knowing that it would end, and everything would go back to normal. I would have my friends and he would have his friends and we wouldn’t have all day to spend just the two of us.
It happened a lot that we got in trouble together. We’d get sent to our rooms which were right across from each other. It was always a good time for a game of catch. He had a way of cheering me up and making things fun.
One summer it seemed like every friend I had made in the whole world had gone insane. Taking themselves down dark and scary paths that I was not willing to follow. So I chose to go it alone. Greg started inviting me along with him wherever he was going; to get his oil changed, grab some lunch, even on his dates. I can’t decide if he knew it then or not, but it meant everything in the world to me. Just to have one true friend was what made the difference between who I am and where I could have ended up. But that was just like him to save me and never be embarrassed to include me. He defended me to all of his friends and any bully at school. He even protected me from my nightmares by letting me sleep in his bed.
My wonderful brother will always be all of the things he was to me growing up. But it’s all I can do to reminisce because he isn’t just right across the hall anymore. Nothing can bring these things back, but nothing can take them away. My Brother; I miss him when he is away.
One winter we had four days off of school. In the field behind our house, we decided to go sledding. We were having so much fun, just the two of us, none of our other friends. I realized that he was my best friend that day; the closest person to me in the whole world, right down to our DNA I never wanted that weekend to end. I remember being so sad knowing that it would end, and everything would go back to normal. I would have my friends and he would have his friends and we wouldn’t have all day to spend just the two of us.
It happened a lot that we got in trouble together. We’d get sent to our rooms which were right across from each other. It was always a good time for a game of catch. He had a way of cheering me up and making things fun.
One summer it seemed like every friend I had made in the whole world had gone insane. Taking themselves down dark and scary paths that I was not willing to follow. So I chose to go it alone. Greg started inviting me along with him wherever he was going; to get his oil changed, grab some lunch, even on his dates. I can’t decide if he knew it then or not, but it meant everything in the world to me. Just to have one true friend was what made the difference between who I am and where I could have ended up. But that was just like him to save me and never be embarrassed to include me. He defended me to all of his friends and any bully at school. He even protected me from my nightmares by letting me sleep in his bed.
My wonderful brother will always be all of the things he was to me growing up. But it’s all I can do to reminisce because he isn’t just right across the hall anymore. Nothing can bring these things back, but nothing can take them away. My Brother; I miss him when he is away.
2 comments:
i just happened to click on that and that blog was amazing, i wish more families were like that. i hope you keep writing a lot more! :)
bret
wow, thanks! I don't know who you are, I can't access your blog, but I would love to read your stuff! It means a lot that you would take time to read my blog!
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