My big brother, who has been unemployed like me for quite a while now, got himself a job recently.
He will be moving to the Washington, D.C. area to take on the project management of an engineering firm. He’s excited about the new challenge and living near our nation’s Capital. I’m happy for him, yet… I’m sad. My brother is pretty much the only close family that I have left in this world. Sure, I have aunts/uncles and a niece and nephew, but that’s not the same thing.
Since my brother hit the skids financially, he’s been living at my uncle Pete’s house about two blocks from me here in Tampa. Before that, he lived about an hour’s drive away from me. I’ve gotten used to him being just around the corner. As a matter of fact, it was comforting knowing that he was that close, especially during my stint with health issues this past September. I think I’m going to miss him being close by.
This brings to mind a reminiscence from my childhood. When my brother went off to college at the University of Florida in ’69, I cried myself to sleep every night. I remember wandering around the school yard on lunch recess blubbering to myself about how much I loved and missed my big brother T. His name is Steve, but I couldn’t pronounce it as a child, so he was just “T” back then.
Well, brother mine… while I surely wish you all the best in your new adventures, I do believe I’m going to miss you. Just wanted you to know.