Today’s post is tinged with sorrow, as often happens at this time every year when my estranged brother’s birthday comes around. This year is a little bit more painful than usual, as he turned 40 yesterday. I haven’t spoken to him in many years and I miss my big brother. I was hoping that maybe 40 would be the magic number which would help turn things around and cause him to reach out to me. Now I will turn my hopes towards the 50 mark, I guess.
To my dear brother, no matter what happens and has happened, I love you. I hope that we will be friends again some day.
Sending you loving thoughts, Jenna.