It reminds me that no matter how awesome and beautiful something is, there is always an undercurrent of ugliness that comes with that beauty. Life is indeed a bowl of cherries, but one needs to be watchful when consuming said cherries, they do not choke on the pits.
Without Ugliness, Beauty cannot exist.
Below is my attempt to contact my other brother. The hard feelings between he and I run deep, much deeper than any I may have with D, my other brother. Although by the roar of silence I have received from my first email to D, Politics may have been a poor choice to use as an ice breaker.
Without further comment........................ my first attempt to contact J in at least 20 years.
Timing is everything I have heard. So, I figured that I needed to stop telling myself I should contact you and actually put words to paper and send them your way. And what better time than now? Right in the middle of a country wide hate and discontent-fest.
But then, when is a good time to try to renew a connection lost years ago? I thought about it and decided there was no good or bad time. What was important was that I at least try. I have no expectations that you will reply or not. I hope that you do, even if it is to call me an asshole. In my past, I certainly called you one a time or two. And while I make no judgement as to whether you are an asshole now, I will tell you yes, I am often still an asshole. Remember what tree my apple fell from. Nobody could do asshole like Dad could when he was so inclined.
So, how you handling the Old Fart gig? Me, well since I am still just a rookie Old Fart really, I do have a clue now what's coming at me down the road. We all pay for the play of our past. Right now, it's all about how I deal with it. Give in like Mom did, or fight it tooth and nail with my middle finger wagging in its face? So far, I am choosing to go down fighting. I still crash on my mountain bike on a regular basis. And every time I think, "If I had given in to aging, I would have missed this trip to the urgent care clinic. Ain't Life grand?"
Anyway and besides, or maybe in closing, I just wanted to roll a small ball your way to see if we might not at least create a dialog.
Take care and my best to all at your end,
I sent this a few days ago. As of yet, no reply from either of them.
And that is okay with me. I am looking to check off one of the things on my bucket list of regrets still hanging around. If we never speak to each other again, I will know that I at least tried to bury the hatchet. And that will take the edge off that particular regret.