Flying close to the sun...
I'm melancholy today, thinking about my brother Bob. Not blood, in fact I never met him in the flesh, but he was as true a brother to me as anyone who may have come from my mother's womb.
A bit older, a lot smarter... Mensa-rated, in fact. But gentle and loving and understanding. A Southern Baptist preacher, ex-cop, among many other things... he was there for me in spite of his horrific health problems. We chatted daily on Messenger, even when he could hardly breath.. it was tough for him, and bloody hard for me at this end.
I got to hear his voice not long before he died, even if his deafness pervented him from hearing mine.
God help me, I've never loved another soul like this man... except maybe my old dog. All brothers togetherr, eh?
