Today was sort of taking a big dive the later the hours carried on. It ended with me sharing a text conversation with my brother Collin.
Then, out of nowhere my phone rang and it was him on the other end.
Sometimes I play it cool and try to act like I'm totally okay with not talking to them much; not seeing their faces or their families very often.
But the truth is that I'm not. I'm not cool with it.
I miss them. I miss what our relationship could be if I got to be around them more, and got to see their faces - hear their voices. Sometimes I find myself mourning the loss of something that seems out of reach, but that I feel entitled to as a sister.
And tonight I got to have a conversation that I needed to have because my brother had the intuition to pick up the phone and just call me.
Tonight I am thankful for just that. That conversation and how it transformed my night.
4 comments:
Tiff, you are so insightful. I am SO glad you got to talk to your bro tonight! My brother used to call me out of the blue about random crap. I am so thankful he did! I have wanted to pick up the phone many many times in the past two years to talk about random crap with him! I pray that he can hear me when it all starts flowing through my brain. Treasure these times as I know you are! Blessings to you. MJ
I have no idea how I found your blog at just the right moment...I can totally relate to this blog post. I miss my brothers more than they will ever know. Just once I wish they would pick up the phone and call me.
@MJ Frey I think of you often, and to be honest I also think of the loss of your brother and how that must affect you. It definitely encourages me to reach out to my brothers more.
@Renee I felt the same way, and then tonight my brother shared with me that he was relieved to hear me say it because he always thought I was just okay with how little we talked. I will be making more of an effort from now on as well.
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