Have you ever had friends that were more like siblings?
Call it a gift of being the oldest of four, I’ve had many. A lot of my sisters’ and brother’s friends over the years, have seemed just like real brothers and sisters to me.
After an unexpected phone call last night, life instantly went on rewind.
Back to the neighborhood we grew up in.
Back to summers long gone.
Back to the days when my baby sister and brother beat the sunrise to rush around the block to play with a kid they adored.
I hardly remember a moment in our childhood that he wasn’t in. Forget peas in a pod, they were more like triplets.
Triplets through school. They attended proms together, stayed close through college, and were even in each other’s weddings.
Here’s what I love about that:
Friendship in families isn’t an isolated event.
We love him and his family, and they love us. That’s what happens I guess, when families grow up together.
❤️ Love grows.
❤️ Love extends.
❤️ Love includes.
It’s like a great big cake, slathered with butter cream frosting and covered with a billion candles and multicolored sprinkles.
- Our parents are the cake itself, the foundation.
- The frosting is all of life’s adventures, whipped together and spread about.
- The candles and sprinkles are all good stuff: the laughs, joys, the memories.
With the call last night, came heartache.
Even though it had been years since I’ve seen him, the words of his loss caught my breath.
Immediately, my heart started aching for his family, mine, and everyone who loves him.
I have no words of wisdom here… Only sadness.