Every time my mind detaches from the ordinary activities, I can’t help but thinking about my brother Horacio. I learned a few weeks ago he is my half brother. Learning about it was shocking but I knew right there that nothing was going to change our brotherhood. My mom was also worried for what my older brother or even my sister would think about her. Truth is we cannot judge her for her mistakes; we have our own ghost to deal with.
However, there is something that has been bugging me for a while. If you asked me what my brother likes or dislikes are I wouldn’t have a straight answer. Sad as it may sound, I don’t even know what his favorite food is, the music he listens to or what type of car he likes, if there is one. I can’t believe something like this had to happen for me to realize he was not part of my life. I know during his adolescence my older brother became his role model, but I don’t recall a time when I have tried to spend some quality time with him.
After finding out the truth, we had a short conversation. I felt horrible because I realized his heart has been hardened so many times that he can’t or he doesn’t want to pursue happiness any more. I wish he could see life the way I see it now. We both walked the same path. We both had to go through the same pain. I just want him to see that I couldn’t have made it without God.
My only hope is that he is able to see the same too.
1 comment:
I have never read your blog before! Now that i know its here i will have to begin reading it. Hope all is well, its good to see you expressing your emotions here, its true, its a great place to do so! Love you bro, brian
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