Sistering Across the Miles

I miss my brother Brian. fishing with him. laughing with him. just being around him. He lives about 6 hours away and it has been over a year since I have hugged him. This distance is so hard for me to deal with, but I do. We fought like cats and dogs growing up, but as adults we are amazing friends. I feel unconditional love when I am with him and I can be me - bad mood me, fun me, sad me, giddy me, silly me.

I just learned via my mom that Brian had an accident at work that has interrupted his life. While working on a grinder, his left index finger was injured and although it has healed, it has not regained feeling in his finger. He is left-handed, so this injury has made a huge difference in his daily regimen. He used to joke about being the only one in his "right" mind. I wish I could be there to help him through this. And I am not sure how it will affect his golf game, which is one of his favorite hobbies. Brian is an amazing golfer!

I am praying that I can visit him soon. It is my duty as a sister and it would lift my spirits to see him. We can laugh like old times :)