today's my bro's b-day

by doogie 10 Replies latest jw experiences

  • doogie
    doogie

    My little brother turned 23 today (they grow up so fast…). It’s been, let’s see…about 3 years since I last saw him; a little over a year since I talked to him. I heard he got married. Yup. About a year and a half ago. I hope he and H. are doing alright. I can’t say I’ve ever been married, but I think I have a pretty good idea what married life is like (I’ve been with my own special lady for around 4 years). Yeah, buddy, I hope things are going good. I wonder if they’re pregnant yet. I’ve never been a big fan of that saying: “they’re pregnant.” I’ve never seen a pregnant man before, and certainly not one that shares the burden of a common womb with his lady, but in any case…

    I heard they were up visiting my folks a few weeks ago. They live down in Ecuador as missionaries and only visit the States rarely, or so I hear. I heard Z. had lost a lot of weight. Back when I knew him he had been working out like crazy and he was a large, strong, man, to say the least. I guess there aren’t a lot of fully equipped gyms in rural Ecuador to choose from. I’m sure both of those guys look good, though; Healthy, you know? At least I hope so.

    I wonder how their finances are. I don’t think they work down there. They come up here and do odd jobs and stuff to save up for awhile and then head back down again. You’d be amazed how long you can live on a few thousand American dollars down there. Actually, you probably have a pretty good idea. I wonder what their house looks like. Do they have a house? An apartment, probably. Hopefully it’s their own apartment though, and they don’t have to shack up with other couples or live in a partitioned off section of the basement of some wealthy landowner sympathetic to The Cause. I hope they have somewhere to hang their pictures and a place to sit and quietly sip their morning coffees together. I always liked H; Z., too.

    I wonder what they see when they look out the window. I hope it’s mountains and not another wall or a street. I’ve heard it’s beautiful down there. I can’t say I’d love to visit (I’d probably book a vacation to some other less…exotic destination) but what I would really love is to look at some pictures. A whole bunch of pictures of their house or apartment or whatever and the mountains or even the streets and walls that they see out their windows. Even just the walls.

    Maybe they have a dog. I know I would want a dog if I lived in Ecuador. Now, that’s probably just my stereotypical mind creeping in, but I would want the dog for protection from…I don’t know…bears, maybe? Elephants? I don’t know. Probably the worst they have are rats and bugs and stuff. Who knows? I’d still want a dog, for companionship at any rate. They say that petting a dog or cat is one of the top stress releasers to be found around the house. I don’t know what other stress relievers were involved in the study, but I wonder if they considered including alcohol.

    I wonder if Z. drinks. He always seemed to have a problem with it (not with his drinking, I mean he was troubled by other’s drinking). Granted, we were underage back when I knew him and he was straight as an arrow, but even when older people would drink it still seemed to bother him. I remember a couple of years ago, back when he was still dating H., he called me up because he and H. had gone out to eat with a bunch of people and H. (who is a few years older than Z.) had partaken of the fruit of the vine and sort of, how do you say?...made an ass of herself. Hey, it happens. I kind of hope he drinks. I’d love to buy him a beer someday.

    They probably don’t have health insurance. I don’t know, though. That seems like it would be one of the top priorities down there. You may not have enough to buy yourself a car, but you’ll sure as hell save up for that insurance premium. Sorry, it’s just the stereotypes surfacing again. I do hope they are both healthy, though.

    Anyway, I miss the little guy (I hope he doesn’t know I call him ‘little.’ He’s about 6 inches taller than me…). I hope he’s doing ok. H., too. I wonder about him and his life and I think about him more than he’ll know.

  • GetBusyLiving
    GetBusyLiving

    I take it you guys don't talk because you're an ex dub? If so, sorry bro. I've got a little brother around that age to. Miss having him around to pick on sometimes.

    GBL

  • doogie
    doogie
    I take it you guys don't talk because you're an ex dub? If so, sorry bro. I've got a little brother around that age to. Miss having him around to pick on sometimes.

    yup.

    i hear ya. nothing can replace a little brother.

  • kls
    kls

    Sorry Doogie and all any of us can do is hope.

  • GetBusyLiving
  • out of the box
    out of the box

    I feel for ya doogie. My little sister has not talked to me in 5 years or so. She is 48. I was suddenly obsolete! She had become a JW along with me and we both left. Now she is on her own and won't talk to my other sister or me. It is sad when your 'little sibling' won't communicate. Hang in there, they will become older someday, and who knows we may get a call or a note?

    out of the box

  • talesin
    talesin

    ((((doogie))))

    Yes, I know those kinds of thoughts. It's sad.

    tal

  • AuntieJane
    AuntieJane

    Too bad he is missing out on such a "great" big brother who cares enough to put it in words.

    Have you ever written him your thoughts?

  • Purza
    Purza
    I’d love to buy him a beer someday.

    Hey, you never know what the future will bring.

    I hope that you will have a beer with him someday too.

    Purza

  • doogie
    doogie

    thanks for the comments, everyone. i read this again today, and i'm a little embarrassed. it's one of those things where you're emotional for a bit, but then afterwards you're right back to normal and it seems pretty small in hindsight. ah well...that's how these things go i guess. thanks again though.

    Too bad he is missing out on such a "great" big brother who cares enough to put it in words.

    ah well, actually we were pretty ruthless to each other growing up. i don't know how he did it, but when we were really little (like 6-8 or so) we fought constantly and when it got really physical he would bite me in the middle of my back and hang on for dear life. i don't know how the heck it's possible to bite someone there, but he found a way. hurt like hell too.

    Have you ever written him your thoughts?

    no. no one will give me his email address. i gave up after a little bit. i figure, if he wants, he can find me. either way, my life is pretty good (other than the little nostalgic roadblocks i hit here and there).

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