My brother Rex is 2 1/2 years younger than me. We were adopted together when he was four. We use to be very close. He now lives in Texas and I haven't seen him in 12 years. Actually, I hadn't even spoken to him for eleven years. Twelve years ago we buried our adopted father and it was a very sad time for both of us. When we were very young Rex thought of me more as a mother than a sister. Our adopted mother had a difficult time with this. She felt (and rightfully so) that he should go to her and not me. I was very protective of him and felt he was my responsibility. The thing our new mother felt was most unsettling was the fact that we talked about our past (pre-adoption days) and she felt that Rex was young enough to forget our past if I would let him. The truth is she was right (once again). I don't know why we had the need to talk about these things or maybe it was me and he was the only one I had a connection with and felt I could talk with. It was probably the later. It always seemed like we were two lost souls and we never knew for sure which way to turn. We trusted no one and we confided in no one but each other. That did change in time but for me it was a very long time coming. I hope my mother understood that I was just a child myself and didn't know any better. I hope my brother knows that I always wanted the best for him.
When we were young, we weren't allowed junk food. Occasionally our mother would let us have a
TastyKake lemon pie that she had stashed away for my dad's lunch. Anytime we are back on the east coast we look for one of these pies. During my last visit I purchased four for my brother Rex. My sister in law, Joanne mailed them to him for me. He emailed me that he went home from work the day after he got them and set down and ate all four with a big glass of milk. I hope this brought back some fond memories for him. I love him and my other two brothers very much and I want them to remember how important they are to me. Blessings
My brother Rex is 2 1/2 years younger than me. We were adopted together when he was four. We use to be very close. He now lives in Texas and I haven't seen him in 12 years. Actually, I hadn't even spoken to him for eleven years. Twelve years ago we buried our adopted father and it was a very sad time for both of us. When we were very young Rex thought of me more as a mother than a sister. Our adopted mother had a difficult time with this. She felt (and rightfully so) that he should go to her and not me. I was very protective of him and felt he was my responsibility. The thing our new mother felt was most unsettling was the fact that we talked about our past (pre-adoption days) and she felt that Rex was young enough to forget our past if I would let him. The truth is she was right (once again). I don't know why we had the need to talk about these things or maybe it was me and he was the only one I had a connection with and felt I could talk with. It was probably the later. It always seemed like we were two lost souls and we never knew for sure which way to turn. We trusted no one and we confided in no one but each other. That did change in time but for me it was a very long time coming. I hope my mother understood that I was just a child myself and didn't know any better. I hope my brother knows that I always wanted the best for him.
When we were young, we weren't allowed junk food. Occasionally our mother would let us have a TastyKake lemon pie that she had stashed away for my dad's lunch. Anytime we are back on the east coast we look for one of these pies. During my last visit I purchased four for my brother Rex. My sister in law, Joanne mailed them to him for me. He emailed me that he went home from work the day after he got them and set down and ate all four with a big glass of milk. I hope this brought back some fond memories for him. I love him and my other two brothers very much and I want them to remember how important they are to me. Blessings
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