To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.
– Clara Ortega
It was nice growing up with someone like you – someone to lean on, someone to count on…someone to tell on!i love you, you were there for me, you protected me, and most of all, you loved me. We’d fight, scream, and argue, but, under it all, is a love. That only exists, in a brother, and a sister. If the memories of my childhood were to be strewn over a night sky, you would be the shining star. Thanks for everything bro.
Not only had my brother disappeared, but and bear with me here a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.
– John Corey Whaley
Brothers get dirty, play catch, defend & protect, laugh, imagine, build forts, tell secrets, invent, ride bicycles, sell lemonade, catch bugs, build Lego, wrestle, have sleepovers, misbehave, play cars, day dream, climb trees, hold hands, count the stars, fight, build sandcastles; together.
My brother was a great audience, and if he liked the picture, he would laugh and laugh and laugh, and he would want to keep the picture. Making people laugh with an image I had created… what power that was!
– Lynn Johnston