Now that I have free long distance I try to call my brother in Canada once a week. In ways that’s not so great because now hearing from me isn’t a treat and when we only talked a couple of times a year it was. But still, I love talking to him and I always hang up feeling good.
I’ve been in a funk since I haven’t been working since March 31st. I keep thinking something is coming my way, I even get some interviews, all to no avail. My grandchildren keep me focused on the things I need to do and bring me joy in my life, but my brother inspires me. Once the good feelings from the talk wear off I have to admit I revert back into my funk, but when I’m talking to him I actually even get enthusiastic about things we discuss. It’s a good thing. He probably knows and understands me bettter than just about anyone else, and he accepts me as I am, flaws and all. He’s a good brother always encouraging and making me feel that he believes in me.
Thank you, Brother. I love you.
yep he is pretty cool.
