My brother is 84 today. Holy cow! I remember when 84 was old. In fact it is old but not when my brother wears it.
He wears it like a bronco buster on a mechanical bull. Yehaw! Look out world I’m on my way! Yeah! Where’s my jockstrap?
He was well in his teens when I was born so we had a different friendship than most siblings. That is until I grew up and we would discuss who Mom liked best. Let’s just say that riddle was never been solved. My mother was known to chase us out of the house when we started the conversation!
My earliest memories of him were of a caring person who would take me out to play or to the movies or buy me stuff. I especially liked the “stuff” part. We still joke about the 18-wheelers that are coming to deliver (non-existent) gifts.
After my Dad died, life was different. My mother went to work. My brother was already married and out on his own but he still remembered to buy my first bike. It was second-hand but he repainted the whole thing so it looked new or at least as new as a newly painted 20-year-old bike can look.
Oh yes and ice skates which I never mastered.
What is it about ice skates? Those Olympics make it look so easy. Well, it’s not. Gliding on ice with thin metal takes a balance skill I clearly didn’t have. Most of my ice skating career was spent on my butt. They didn’t call me Zamboni for nothing!
On the other hand I was an awesome roller skater. (He bought those too.) Go figure.
As I got older I was included in his family beach vacations. (I was not a third wheel! I was fun!) We have vacationed together at the beach for most of my adult years.
During my single days, some of my crazy girlfriends came along. (He always enjoyed my single girlfriends. He called them the lily pad group because they were kissing frogs waiting for the prince emerge.) During my married life, my hubby came along.
He’s been sad when my relationships didn’t work out and happy when good things happened. He has moved me more times than he wants to remember. He has moved once. I expect the next time will be in a box.
On the other hand I told him he was crazy when he was offered a really nice retirement package (really nice) but couldn’t decide if he should take it. I was very supportive in a very type A way (that means screaming and yelling). He took it.
We have totally different personalities. He is not a type A person. (I got all of that!) He’s peaceful and laid back. Oh yes and patient. I would kill for a little of that patience gene!
He’s a fun guy with a ton of friends, a crazy wife and lots of energy. Family has always been important to him. Family and golf! As to which one comes first depends on the day….and the weather.
We have a bet as to who will outlive who. Despite the very large age difference between us (very large indeed!) I’m not too keen on a world without his annoying presence pestering me.
Happy birthday Tom!
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