Gut Rumbles

July 19, 2005

this weekend

I just sent my brother an email. I'll call him this evening just to make sure he's available. I want to pick up all the stuff from Mama's house this weekend, but I would like to have him with me when we do it.

My brother and I aren't "best friends," and we don't run in the same circles of company. He has his life and I have mine. It's always been that way. But there is NOBODY I trust more in this world than him, even if he IS an attorney.

Some of that stuff is marked with who is supposed to get it, but some of it isn't. My brother and I can decide, without fisticuffs or lawsuits, about what should go where. I want him there with me.

If I end up sitting on the floor and crying, he'll probably be right beside me, doing the same thing. That's okay.

We're brothers.


You are lucky to have that relationship. Death brings out the best in people and the worst in people. I have witnessed both.

Posted by: Billy Budd on July 19, 2005 11:27 PM

... I understand what you mean.. my father died five years ago... in two more, my Brother and I will finally explore his barn and toolshed... it just would not be the same without my Brother there to share the experience and memories...still, it has been quite a wait for closure...

Posted by: Eric on July 20, 2005 12:04 AM

I have two brothers. One is much like yours in attitude, Rob. The other is most definitely NOT.

You are indeed fortunate.

Posted by: StinKerr on July 20, 2005 12:09 AM

Wow an attorney you'd willingly spend time with? Bonds of brotherhood are indeed strong.

You'll be in my thoughts this weekend Rob, I hope it goes better than expected.

Posted by: Alli on July 20, 2005 12:42 AM

A real good guy, your bro.

Posted by: Jim - PRS on July 20, 2005 12:46 AM

Back in 2003, you linked to a piece I did about going to my grandparents' home for the same purpose.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I'm glad it's behind me.

The best advice I can give you is to be very careful not to leave until you're sure you've remembered everything. And think about taking a camera. There were a few things I photographed on my trip, because I knew I would never see them again.

Posted by: Steve H. on July 20, 2005 10:02 AM
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