This post made me break down and cry. I'm the only girl and have three brothers. My one brother, who I'm closest to, is 19 months younger than me. He has been the one constant in my life. We love each other dearly and will always be there for each other. I've been through a difficult time the past 5 months and he always calls to see how I'm doing. We usually have a good laugh (sometimes about how ridiculous things were) and I always feel so much better after his calls. Maybe we compensated, if that's the right word, growing up because our dad was so difficult, aloof, uncaring, that we turned to each other. Plus our mother was and still is (but not as bad) emotionally messed up - heck, they were both emotionally messed up. She never calls to see how I'm doing; how my kids are doing. I always have to call her. She has always been too wrapped up in her own misery plus the JW's are her family; they are so wonderful. (I'm not here to say that they aren't, or that some aren't-like any group some are caring, some are not) I'm up here in Canada and he's in Texas. We don't see each other a lot. I went down for his 50th birthday in 2000 and he came up last August when our dad passed away. Enough of this pity party. I will end on a positive note: I have brotherly love and feel very blessed to have him in my life.
p.s. Joannadandy: I'll adopt you as a younger sister. I always wanted a sister.