It's Ada's birthday this weekend. That makes me happy. But, she shares her birthday with my brother Scott. And the thing is, I haven't been so sad and broken about something in a really long time.
Scott will be turning 31-yrs-old. He's brother number two of four. And for most of my life, he was my best friend, my nearest and dearest, the one who got me.
We're more alike than any of the others in our sibling lot of five. We even look a lot alike. I always used to say that we were really twins but heaven messed up and sent us down at different times.
He slept on my floor growing up because I didn't like to fall asleep alone. We hung out a lot on weekends in high school. When I went to Russia on a mission, he went to Australia. We were out there at the same time. He was at my wedding. I was at his. And then....
Well, life got really, really hard. I don't know. The disappointment and betrayal was too much and and he's never been the same since.
We were writing a book together. Ozone Annie. We were stumbling through it, but it was really good. It could've been really good. He dropped it. And then he moved to Baltimore and then he dropped me. I never thought he'd drop me. He hasn't talked to me in over....what is it now? Six months?
I really miss him. He has no idea.
3 comments:
Ann I'm so sorry. Its hard that you cannot control other people. I would love to come by sometime and see your cute girls... hope you had fun for Halloween!
What the heck . . . Call me.
my situation is diff but I know how you feel I grew up in foster care did not speak till i was 7yrs old and got burned bad on my chest and arm back scalding water I had my sister but as we got old we broke apart trying now to make us closer pray about it .
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