Ten years ago, I saw my brother onboard a small boat as we sailed out into the ocean to scatter our parent’s ashes. And just this last Sunday, I had the pleasure of seeing him again.
Time flew by, for both of us. And now he’s a granddad and with more grandkiddies on the way. His children are all grown and married and reproducing…..
And it was good to see him.
You see over that last decade, we fell out of contact. He is fifteen years my elder, and we just didn’t have a lot in common, especially after Mum died, and then Dad followed her five years later. And my family broke apart. Scattering forever to the winds of change.
But we sat and had Sunday Lunch together with his wife (my one and only sister-in-law) and my partner and son. And it was good. We talked and chatted, heard all about the news, and it felt like for that moment we were back to being family.
Whether we see each other again, before another ten years passes will be up to the pair of us. And I for one, want my son to grow up knowing this side of my extended and kinda different family.
Living Small in a Big World 
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