Space: In terms of family, it’s just a myth.

Today’s Photohunt Theme is “Space”

No matter how much space you have between you and the family members you grew up with, they can reach out and slap you as easily as if they were just whispering in your ear a moment ago.

It’s not just the fact that we are so connected nowadays, though that is what enables it.  But the slap is sharp and quick because they hold a part of you.

No matter how far away from you they are, no matter how long it has been since you have spoken or seen one another, they have the ammunition to bring you to your knees.

They know things that no one else knows.  They are always the quickest to offense and the most equipped to pull you down… and why is it that they always seem to opt to exercise that power when you’re finally lifting your head above your own sordid bullshit?

Many of us have stories that fall into this zone, this space of feeling and emotion.

Sometimes, I just want to stop hearing the ones that play over and over in my head. And I’d like to stop adding new ones to the list.

And if you could successfully edit the reel of memories that plays back inside of you from the past… would you even want to?

Can we appreciate the good times if we don’t have the bad times?

This double edged sword of emotions is piercing my heart today.

Another little boy I once spent a lot of time with.

My brother is one of those people you instantly like.

That’s because you didn’t have to grow up with the little brat.  He was sneaky, conniving, arrogant, and I damn near thought he was evil sometimes.

Knowing this would only make him smile.  I guarantee it to you.  This is just part of his charm.  And he’s got a lot of it. 

Some of my worst childhood memories involve my brother.  Can you imagine someone hitting you in the head with a brick and then manipulating the course of events so that you actually get punished for that?

Some of my best childhood memories also involve him, and revolve around my relationship with him.  I will never see a Fall Leaf fluttering to the ground without thinking of him and smiling.  If you have never Leaf Danced, you should try it sometime, folks. 

Overall, the good memories outweigh the bad memories.  Which is nice.

He has gone through so very much, changed  and grown so dramatically in the past 10 years.  He has always been fiercely intelligent, but now he is also becoming a responsible, successful young adult.  I’m so proud of him.

Today, he defended his Masters Thesis, and passed.  That is Big Shit, people.

And now, it’s time for him to make some very important decisions.  These are big, life changing things.  Of course, in some way, all decisions we make every day change the paths of our lives.  But he’s clearly in a situation where he has to make one of those BIG, FAT nerve-rattling, anxiety-inducing decisions that won’t just gently nudge him over a little on the road.  It’s one that could just bump his ass onto the next ferry and take him over to the other shore.  Dig?

I’d like him to know that I know he’s going to make the best decision for him.  I know that no matter what decision he’ll make, he’s going to be a success, and lead a good life.  The core of him and who he is tells me that.  There may have been times when I was afraid of which path he would choose, but not anymore.  I am not worrying about him anymore, just watching, curious, to see what kind of great things he will accomplish next.

He’s a worrier by nature, so, in case he reads this, how about leaving some encouraging words for him in comments today?  I’d really appreciate that.  I know you don’t know the specific details, but you know enough to leave some words of encouragement.

Knowing he’s at this point right now reminds me nostalgically, and somewhat painfully, of a time in my life when I had a very similar decision to make.

I wonder which direction the wind in his sail will blow?

 

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