My Brother, Justin

I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing my (paternal) brother growing up. I lived in another state and I was too young to understand or to know what was going on. His mom is like a second mother to me and is more “family” then my blood family is to me. She has always been there no matter what. If I need help, she does all she can. Back to my brother though. I feel like I missed out on a huge part of my life not getting to know him. I feel as if my own child grew up and then I met him. I can’t get that back though, all we can do is move forward. I hope he knows that even though our paternal family is in the shadows, scared of the light, that I will always be here. I am only just getting to know him, but the more I talk to him, the more I see we have in common. When I talk to him, though, it’s like we never missed a beat-like a best friend. Having him in my life is just one more person to love and one more person to love me back. I hope to see more of him as we go down this unfamiliar road.

{Pilgrim On The Run}

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