08 July 2005

He's My Brother

I was having a hard time finding my peace. Lots of things were going on in my life at one time. There is one thing that remains constant in my life, reguardless of how much life throws me in my familial situation, I can always retreat to the memories of the bottom bunk of the beds that my brother and I shared many years ago.

It has been 10 years since I have slept in the same room with my brother. Since we listened to the arguments of our parental figures, and retreated to each other when things weren't going great.

It is funny, I am the oldest of the two, but I find security in my brother. When I see him, I revert to the little Divo, the one that wanted to be with him and we protect each other from the big bad world. I mean he's only five inches taller than me, so that does make the difference. But when I see him I run to him and hug him until he drags me off him. I love that boy.

Where does this all come from? Well, my maternal figure was really working my nerve this week. She usually finds ways to talk to me about my brothers short comings. No, my brother is not completely blameless, but I am usually able to mediate well. Well this week momma threw it on hard, and I wasn't really prepared for it all. Besides the fact that I was having other personal issues. I immediately called my brother or Baby Bother as I called him in my childhood. We talked for a moment, and although we were both in different places, we processed the antics of my family very quickly.

I disconnected with my brother, feeling new. He was the breath of fresh air that I needed. Even though we are miles away and 10 years away from the bunk beds at 550 Rosedale, we were still able to console each other and love each other through it all.

This post is dedicated to my Baby Bother... The Finest Man I Know, and the First Man I ever Loved.

I love you Bother.... You helped me restore my Peace.



Blogger Jai said...

You are so blessed to have a relationship like that with your brother. Its moments like those that remind us that we can make it, and that there are those who are not only on the sidelines rooting us on, but those running either right beside us or in close enough proximity to hand us that cold drink of refreshing water that we sometimes need during this marathon called life. Enjoy the moment, relax and stay awhile.

2:13 AM  
Blogger Stone said...

ahhh this is so sweet. my brother and I are not close. I mean we have gotten better but we still are miles apart in everyway so thanks for sharing that was so nice

11:40 AM  
Blogger Quaheem said...

This is special...

the power of family should never be underrated...

I WISH I had a relationship like this with any members of my own family..

this is indeed a blessing...

This post made me smile....

11:50 AM  
Anonymous Mia said...

hey buddy where ya been? I know you love your brother, the couple of times you mentioned him to me your face got a big ole smile and that's always a great thing to see. Sorry about anything (-) going on in your life, maybe we can TALK about it, if I ever SEE you AGAIN! catch my drift..thankx

12:33 PM  
Blogger Troy N. said...

I grew up sleeping in bunk beds too with my sister way back when, your post brought back a flood of memories, thank you. Have a good good weekend.

1:43 PM  
Blogger SmilingOnThaDL said...

awwww... man, I admire your relationship with your brother. I hope it continue to grow strong. My brother is six years younger and we don't have that close bond. But, I would do anything for him. Hopefully, when we are older we will have the closeness that you both possess.

3:22 PM  
Blogger Rahshek said...

This was a great expression of love, which is rarely expressed between brothas.

3:52 PM  
Blogger fratman1906 said...

First, your blog is one that I read on a daily basis, so don't ever stop writing. I continue to learn a great deal from these blogs even though I have been around much longer. Second, the bunk beds remind me of when I put bunk beds in my sons' room. The younger one had the top bunk the first night until he rolled off. From then on, the older one slept on top. Although they are both grown now, I can still remember hearing them laughing and talking in the dark as I passed their room. There is no substitute for those kinds of childhood memories, and although they rarely see each other now, I hope they keep in touch through those shared times. Shem hotep.

4:19 PM  
Blogger Trent Jackson said...

This was truly a blessing to read....

wow...I want a brother! I have sisters...(maybe cause I think like a girl...)


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