I have not seen my brother in a year and a half — the exact amount of time that I have been injured.
I last saw him when his son was born. It was two weeks after I hurt myself originally. Then, it was just the T10-T11 ligament tear. I was able to get on the plane, see his son born, but had to return early because the pain was a bit much.
Now, that seems so long ago. I would never be able to get on a plane now. I can’t even drive. Oh, how I wish I could go back to even just how hurt I was then.
Anyways, I’m so excited to see him because before I was injured, I would fly to see him almost every other month. Sometimes every 6 weeks. I love my twin, and I love his kids. I wish I could play with them, and play hide and seek, play with them, and read to them.
For now, I will just be happy to spend time with my brother.
We have the Lions game to watch tomorrow together, which will be super fun. I’ll order us some food, and we can just relax and not talk — cause, really, he’s still a boy!
I can’t wait!