Today my little brother Jeff turns 28. Or was it 27. I forget. I won’t see him on his birthday. I didn’t last year, or the year before that. We used to be as close as siblings could be, but things changed. Jeff changed. And I am not good with change.
He’s still a good person. He calls our mother more often than I do. He buys my grandparents extravagant gifts that I can’t afford. He makes an effort, but it’s not the same as it once was. Things happened. Life happened.
I miss my baby brother, but realize our relationship won’t ever be what it once was. And I’m finally at a place in my life where I’ve accepted that.