My brother is moving to Houston at the end of this week. He just recently became an official Pro in the PGA. He will be teaching golf at a golf academy. My brother is following his dream. I am proud of him. I admire him. I love him.
Don't confuse this praise for absence of sadness. I don't think I really understand how sad I am that he is leaving. Today, he picked me up and we went to our monthly family party together. We joked, we laughed, we did our thing. OUR thing. I know it was supposed to be Mother's Day, but for me it was Brudda's Day.
Yes, he's a butthead. But, he's my butthead.