Brother Comes Later in Life

May 21, 2011

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I grew up with a sister.  One only, who likes to remind me that she is YOUNGER than I am. 

But after I was married for five years, my father married a wonderful woman who was only a few years older than myself and had a second family.  I don’t visit as often as I should, but I three wonderful half-siblings, brother #1, brother #2, and another sister. 

It’s fun comparing notes about my Dad – like his habit of having to run through a list of names before he figures out which one you are.  With me, he usually starts with my aunt’s name (his sister).  With my half-sister, he usually starts with my name.  His technology impairment is another source of inside jokes. 

When I visit, we enjoy catching up and making more family stories together.

Here’s a picture brother #1 & brother #2 (a few years back) at a birthday party for one of my nephews:

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2 Comments on “Brother Comes Later in Life”

  1. Trisha C Says:

    I was one of six kids. I was the oldest daughter. For some odd reason, they all call me the responsible one. Well, duh. Someone had to be. (smiling) If only they knew.

    • dogear6 Says:

      LOL! I know what you mean. My parents changed our phone number when I was in grade school and it was so embarrassing that they had to get me out of class because my YOUNGER sister didn’t remember it when she had to call home.

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