The archetype big brother has been written about before. To me, it's a mixed feeling of idolatry and comfort...that when he's with you, you feel no fear and an enormous sense of security.
It's camping in the cold, and being asked if you're warm...and when you answer "no", it's your big brother uncovering himself with one of only two blankets, draping you with both, then leaving the tent to find more firewood so he can add to the dwindling fire. I figure he did this without thinking because already his heart was warm enough. I figure too that he inherited his warm heart from our father.
How could I not feel this warm feeling of comfort when we were together, as there are many recollections like this...
Like the time my skin had been scorched by the Texas sun on a June fishing trip, and he of the same fare skin soaked towels in cold water and baking soda and laid them across my back.
Like the time when I was 15 and after violently breaking my ankle he sprinted a 1/2 mile to safety, cradling me in his arms like his own. It was the only time I ever wept in front of him. He never mentioned it.
And like the time he surprised me in CT, after just landing in NYC from France and making the three hour drive just to watch me pitch. It was the only time any of my family watched me play high school baseball. He made it for the first pitch. We won, and he took me to dinner that night where we had a celebratory beer. It was the first beer I'd ever had in a restaurant - he ordered it for himself and covered me (I was underage) as I proudly drank it.
It times like these that I miss about Kieron. He was the brother that people write about.
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