He was my brother and as children we slept in the same double bed. He was thirteen while I was three. While stationed in France with the army for two years, he sent me a huge book of historical pictures of WW2. On his return to Allagash, he began to work for a paper company and continued to do so for thirty years. Sometimes he would ask me to go with him for a day. We would fill the time with conversation and have a great day. Before his death, we hiked sixteen-miles on an old railway bed. He died twelve years ago and I still miss him.
Life is made up of a lot of special individuals who spent time in our space and leave us with added wealth.
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
We need to be intertwined with other people’s lives.
Give it some thought.
Gary