Old Age Day by Day April 9, 2012

Last week was my brother's birthday.  I sent him a card, as usual.  He sends me birthday and Christmas cards and baked goods at Christmas and garden sculptures in the spring.  He does not answer phone calls or wish to be in contact in any other way.  I haven't seen him in over 11 years or spoken to him, by his wish.  I know nothing about his life, except he is still living in the same house, because the cards aren't returned by the post office.  Sometimes I forget I have a brother.  It's very strange.  He was an alcoholic from 16 to mid thirties, and after our parents died he broke contact for two years, then we resumed visiting each other until he wrote a long letter saying how much he loved me but didn't want to see any of the family again.  As they say, actions have consequences, so now I would view him as a stranger and really have no reason to see him.  He is not a person who is able to support another in any way.  I am a person who respects herself.  He has nothing to offer me now.  I wish him well.  I pray for his well being.  He's floating out there in the ocean of life, and our boats are unlikely to cross paths again.  I'm at peace with that.