It was Spring of 2010 and I had a new friend who I was “in love with”. I chased and chased myself into another lonely weekend.
I, being the girl that I am, took to shopping. I was in Century 21 down by Wall Street looking at purses and fashionable things I couldn’t afford. I did afford however, a phone call that blew my mind, quite honestly.
It was my “step-brother” Mike. He was going to be coming up to the local area and wanted to hang out.
It had been years since I saw Mike. He and I grew up together in the same house. Our parents were long time ex lovers. His mom and my dad were together since I was about 8. My mom and dad split up about a year before that and he ended up with Sissy. She hated me. I hated her. . . but there were boys there. Boys who grew to take care of me, speak well of me, and always…ALWAYS protect me.
This was one of them.
We grew up together in a house where partying happened. A lot of partying, and drugs, and Lord only knows what I didn’t see. I know you’re probably thinking it was Hell to live in that environment, but it wasn’t becaus: where there was partying there was us making the most of it. Me and the two little big “brothers”, who laughed, and explored, and served to protect each other from the mean things that drugs do to people.
Our parents split up when we were in nearby high schools, but we never lost touch. When we were in nearby schools, Chris would take the bus to my house to sit on the porch and talk. We told each other everything.
Since I was a year older, I left for college before they were out of high school. We didn’t have Facebook back then, so we didn’t talk for quite a few years at that point. After high school, both boys went into the military. Michael went to the Army, and Chris went to the Marines. We no longer could speak eachother, or see one another, and years went by.
About 10 or so years later, we reconnected via Facebook and would chat and chat. Michael was serving our country and well, he was one of the US Army’s best at the time. So I couldn’t wait to hear about it…and know the years I missed.
About an hour after that phone call I was in a truck with my little brother headed to bond…for what became 2 days in a row. We talked, shared stories, drank, laughed. Wow, did he have some stories to tell!! After having been in the Army for so long he had seen a lot and done a lot.
At one point that second night I looked at Michael and said, “Mike…what are we??”.
He didn’t think for a second and replied, “We’re brother and sister…there’s no other explanation.” And we were set…at least for the next few years.
Michael passed away December 1, 2012. He would have been 26 today.
Blood is not thicker than water, but the soul is. My soul misses me some Michael. Happy birthday brother. We miss you and will think of you when the going gets rough…as you pave the way for us. 🙂 See you one day. oxox