Friday Rambles: My Brother

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Next week, my brother is turning another year older.  It just doesn’t feel that long ago that we were kids.  I remember going to his karate classes and events, secretly taping him singing in the shower, and all the long road trips for the holidays.  That day of my high school graduation when he pulled me into his room and played Good Riddance by Green Day on his guitar.  And I was so proud of him.

We lived together for a short while before I was married when he was still in college.  He treated everyone with respect.  He cared for all of his friends.  He was patient and kind. And I was so proud of him.


Then, he joined the Army Reserves which sent him to Afghanistan.  And we worried about him and prayed for him and sent him care packages when we could. He came home and became an EMT, helping people in emergency medicine with his calm spirit.  And I was so proud of him.

Then he went back to school to study medicine.  He made amazing grades and went on to PA school.  And I was so proud of him.


And then, he got married to this beautiful girl who matches his kindness and heart for people.  They love each other so much and listen to each other so well.  And I was so proud of him.


And now he is in the last stretch before graduation.  He is finishing up his clinicals, working hard, planning for the future with his sweet wife.

He is my amazing little brother who is not so little anymore.

And I am so proud of him.

So stinkin’ proud.


4 thoughts on “Friday Rambles: My Brother”

  1. […] but this month also has a few silver linings.  One of them is my brother’s birthday, which I talked about here.  And another is my mom’s […]

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