My Brother

My brother and I rarely see each other. But I have such an intensity of feeling for him that it cannot be expressed. I know he feels the same way.

It's because of the way we grew up. But we both have experienced more than our share of love in our adult lives. We're blessed.

We're very different in lots of ways. He's pretty quiet. I'm full of words. But we do share a healthy sense of humor.

Several years ago we were visiting in my # 1 son's palatial home. Out of the blue my brother, who is bald but beautiful, said to my son, who's beautiful but whose hair was receding a bit,

"Don't worry about your hair. In our family most people don't go bald until their 50s."

Pause.

"But the men lose their hair a lot sooner."