Happy birthday my brother. I still remember Grandpa taking me to town so I could see my baby brother. In those days kids were not allowed to go visit in the hospital. So I got to see him through the window from the parking lot. I was four years old. And that baby became my playmate until we were teens. Running around the farm, playing on the swing set. We had rabbits together.
I can remember making him so mad that he would try to hit me. I had longer arms so I just held him away from me. Worked great until he broke his arm. Then I quit making him mad on purpose.
We have weathered some great family storms. Our parents' divorce. Deaths. Kid issues. Sicknesses. He is my go to guy for all things mechanical. He is my rock in any storm. I hope I am his. He is my brother and I love him.
Light and love Pat.
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