Sorry Carl for your loss.. I had one brother. Many yrs older than me. He died in 08 I think it was. We were more like friends than brothers. I miss him being around. I have 1 sister. She is 16 yrs older than me. Lives close by. We are sorta close.. Life is short. Fragile too. We need to do all we can while we can. Tomorrow is not promised. As you said Carl. Tell friends and family how much they meen to us. May be gone tomorrow.
well, the first brother I lost we had not spoken for three years a few years back. He had a heart attack, and that prompted me to call him. Then we spoke almost every day for a coupe years. At that point he got cancer, and he died. I am glad he and I resolved our differences.
Arguments and differences break families apart. We don't realize how unfortunate those situations are until we lose the person. I think for some reason it seems easier to get mad or angry with our family than express love and kindness. I see that in my two sisters.
There are many issues that plague humans and social groups. Empathy and compassion are two critical needs that need to be addressed in families and most cultures. It is sad to think people find it easier to express hate and anger than love and compassion. I tend to believe it is a human evolution deficit.
Anyway, take it from me, forget anger and issues at least with the family. Also, tell people that made a difference in your life how much you appreciate it. As for the countless jerks and assholes we encounter on a far to frequent basis, i try to forget about them. They will never change.
Sorry to hear about that...My brother and I have not spoken for a few years...Politics...He is a Democrat and I'm a Republican...There are a few other issues too...I hope we can get passed this some day...
I lost my oldest brother three years ago. We both bought our first Harley's at the same time in 1980. He had several: 1200, Low Rider, FLT. I got a text when he died while I was having dinner at a Long Island restaurant. It was crushing. He died in 2013 right after New Years.
This year my last bother died on December 19th, 2016. He was a vet if Vietnam. Served 8 years, and got heavy exposure to agent orange. He lost his health after the war. his name was Joe, and he suffered for many years from that chemical. His spine was affected, and his stomach was basically removed. He finally died of massive internal bleeding and the subsequent heart attack. He too rode motorcycles.
Always tell your family and friends how much you love and appreciate them. Someday you too might get the text or phone call the minute they pass away. There are always so many things left undone and unsaid.