I spent a few days with my brother Kevin and family just before Christmas. Kevin travels and speaks for a living so I don’t see much of him–though I’d like to. It was a time of renewal and reconnection for me. We had time to take a walk and talk–not about anything particular but just life in general and how things are going for us. It was awesome. Now that both of us are in our seventies (he just landed in that decade and I’m about to exit) we seem to appreciate each other more than ever.
His gift to me was a most beautiful personal letter that I will always keep close.
He ended it by sharing these treasured words:
“Thank you for being my big sister but more so now my mentor not too far distant in years from me…you are teaching me how to be a better grandfather and father…and hopefully a better brother.”
After I wiped my eyes, a sweet memory poked through–a picture of me as a nine-year-old with long brown hair and a big smile on my face as I held my brand new ‘baby’ brother who had been born just days before.
Earlier this year my sister June died and I’m still feeling the effect of that great loss, and my youngest sister lives in Italy, so as the eldest sibling, I’m very aware of how precious these relationships are and more so as I age.
It seems the last half of life brings gifts of the spirit we might have missed had we not been given the gift of a long life. Thank you, God!
Let brotherly love continue. (Hebrews 31:1)
P.S. Tell us about your siblings and how they are precious to you.