Those of us with brothers…sisters…cousins know a bond that transcends all the little squabbles of childhood and beyond. The love of a sibling is just one of those priceless things that we can count on in life. How we delight in watching our grandchildren (Bret and Shannon’s nieces and nephews) forge those relationships, knowing how important they will be for the rest of their lives.
In 1975, when we found the perfect house for our “back to the earth move”, our realtor/ family friend expressed serious concern. She was certain that our children would suffer socialization deficits by moving them so far from town. In actuality, our children became each others best friends. They had no choice but to enjoy each others companionship. What great times they had and what great friends they became!
When Bret received the phone call that his ankle problem was CCS, he turned immediately to his brothers. Many times physically, but always emotionally, they have been right by his side. Recently, the news that the tumors were again spreading had Aaron making flight arrangements and Ryan ready to pick him up.
The three brothers, and of course Shannon, started the visit with a late night “snack” which Bret wrote about below.
With my brother Aaron coming into town late Monday night, I spent the day resting in bed saving my energy so that we could go pick him up from the airport. At midnight on our way to the airport, we stopped to pick up Ryan. Then when Aaron finally arrived at the airport at 12:30 we headed to the only reasonable place at such a late hour, Nick Tahoe’s, for the authentic garbage plate. When I saw the pool of grease at the bottom of my styrofoam container, I wasn’t even remotely interested in digging too deep into my dish. I polished off the burgers on top, and welcomed the ridicule from my brothers who worked their way through the then congealed spoonfuls of grease. Ryan is trying to see the patient side of cardiology. Such a great night having both brothers together again!!