Ok, it is what it is, he is still my brother and I still love him, though now I also miss the hell out of him. I’ve had a beer with him to celebrate his birthday for the last 34 years.
My parents got divorced when I was 5 years old, my dad disappeared from my life never to return. My brother’s and I grew up without any family traditions passed down from father to son, so, we invented a few of our own. We BBQ on Memorial Day and Veterans Day, my step-father and two of my brothers were in the United States Navy, those BBQ’s were, well, special. We get together and celebrate birthdays and have a couple of beers. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Memorial Day, Veterans Day and Birthdays, those were our “Family Traditions”.
Out of a family of five children, there are now only two of us left. Myself and my youngest brother. The holidays have gotten a lot quieter than they were in days past. I don’t BBQ anywhere near as much meat as I used to, and we don’t drink any where near as much beer.
Where once it was Steaks, Pork Chops, Ribs, Chicken, Carne Asada, Sausages, and a couple cases of beer, it has diminished to a couple pounds of carne asada and less than a 12 pack of beer.
Yea, I know, I am just rambling almost incoherently, but I guess that’s what happens when you get older and not only your parents pass away, but so do your siblings. Anyway, Happy Birthday Cliff, as always, first one to finish their beer, drinks the slow pokes beer… Looks like you’re going to be the slow poke this year.