My brother is seven years older than I and has always been the brother with whom I have the closest relationship.
He was my champion growing up. He never questioned whether I was capable of doing any task. I remember his arguing with our oldest brother about my driving the tractor during haying season. I was probably 9. Of course, I did not disappoint him.
Since we live on opposite sides of the continent, we don’t see each other as often as I would like. But no matter how much time has elapsed between visits, it feels as if we have just seen each other.
He is definitely one of the good men in my life. Happy Birthday to my dear brother.
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