My next-in-line brother passed away 15 years ago.
I’m looking through his photographs which are stored at my house. He had an eye for beauty and a knack with timing. Even the family photos jump out at you.
We literally grew up in the same bed together – he vigourously complained when I went over the middle line of the mattress (yes, there were days where siblings shared beds!). Then as he was into his 20’s he roomed with my wife and I. Then our physical worlds were separated by jobs and ambitions. We seldom spoke or wrote. Family reunions were our way to update.
Now I’m reviewing his life – the part where we were apart.
He was a world traveller. He captured the beauty of mothers and their children exquisitely. His friends were friends for life. He was unassuming and yet totally captivating. He was athletic and competitive. He was compassionate and loved by others.
I have a feeling I would benefit from the writing of a book called – “The brother I did not know.”