I was 14 or 15 years old the last time I saw my brother. He went completely no contact with my family not too long after.
Fast forward to now. Almost 30 years has passed and not only are we back in touch, but he’s actually moving to my city.
So this week I am flying to Southern California. And then am driving cross country, with an aim of getting back to my neck of the woods in Indiana, dropping him off, then driving solo to Northeast Pennsylvania for my father-in-law’s celebration of life before coming back to Indiana, all within eight days of my plane lifting off. I’ma be tired.
I just read all of that back to myself and it reads like some wannabe gonzo wrote it. But there’s zero embellishment there. I actually left quite a bit out.
In terms of what this space is: it feels like a place to write down a lot of the history, but there is too much of it for a single post. So this is where we start, with the promise of more to come.