It was my brother’s birthday recently, and I wanted to write this post on that day, but Walt kind of dictates when I can write. He is napping, so I am attempting to write now.
Throughout the years my brother and I have gone from fighting constantly, being really close, to barely speaking, and now we are thriving. It takes work. It takes vulnerability. It takes desire to be close again.
I wanted to share some memories of my brother that I cherish.
When we were young my brother and I tied a bike up in the tree in our front yard and we would swing on it. I think we may have gotten the idea from the flying bicycle in the movie E.T.
There was a girl who sat in front of me on the bus when we went to Newark Charter School, and she wasn’t the most pleasant person. One day I stuck a lollipop in her hair. I know, what a jerk. Her mom had to cut it out of her hair and my brother and I were called into the principal’s office. I lied and said it was my brother (right in front of him), and he went along with it! He took the bullet for me, and got a demerit. He was classy and I was a snake.
I have a ton of memories of him and I riding out dirtbikes and quads in the woods behind our neighborhood, so I’ll just group them all into one. We got muddy. We got stuck sometimes. We went fast. We got chased by the cops once. We were free.
We once went to the drive thru at McDonalds and my brother messed up his order, so instead of just correcting himself he drove around the building and started over.
After wrestling practice he used to put me in weird holds that would usually cause me to fart. Like I said…he’s classy.
At my senior prom, we danced to “I Swear” by All-4-One, because my date was prom king and had to dance with someone else. My brother didn’t want me to be by myself, so he took my hand and danced with me. Classy!
Fishing with him at the quarry.
Going to Killens Pond.
Swimming in our pool when we were kids.
Cross country practice
Prank phone calls late at night on the farm.
Helping him when he had horrible poison ivy, poor guy.
Walking in on him trying to cut weight for wrestling. Let me paint the picture. A complete sweatsuit, covered with trash bags, all worn in a steamy bathroom by a boy spitting into a plastic bottle. Classy lol.
Spending the night in each other’s rooms on Christmas eve.
I would, and could go on, but I fear the waking of the baby is approaching.
I love you Eddie. I am proud to be your sister. You have made 26 years of my life full of rich memories. Some good. Some bad. All of which make our relationship unique and precious. You are smart, hilarious, and unbelievably compassionate towards others. I look forward to the years to come, and becoming closer in adulthood. You are the best younger brother a person could ever hope for.