I love my brother Bob. Soon he will break into his 8
th decade when he turns 70 next
Valentine’s Day. And like always, the rest of us will get in behind him and
follow suit when our turn comes up, if we’re lucky. Bob is seldom speechless,
but when we showed up with this motor
home all he could say was “egad”. He enjoys needling and last week on Facebook Messenger
he wrote, “just so you know there are some folks I just love to pick on and you
and don are at the top of the list”. That’s as close as any of my siblings have
come to telling me directly that they love me. So when I replied to Bob,
“That’s how I know you love me Bob. I love you, too.” Facebook just froze up
and the message remains in our conversation log, unsent. How does Facebook know
that open direct expressions of love are taboo in my family? That’s what I want
to know.
He has the distinction of being the
oldest in the family. We all come behind him like stairsteps… Bob, Jake, Jean,
Judy, Ludwig, Dick, Jim, Doug, Kay, Mark, John, Elaine and Byron. His life
hasn’t been easy but one thing he has always done is to lead us boldly into
each new decade of life. I remember him at 10 when he broke through to the 2nd decade.
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