My Brother.

I have given a lot of thought about how I would write this post. I have come to the decision that this is the right way to write it.

I must first say that I am not a very religious person and secondly I have problems in showing my feelings. I actually know why this is but won’t go into details about it.

What I am going to say begins in the year 1953 the actual date is March the 14^th that is the day my brother was born.

Not many people know this that when my mother told us that she was expecting a baby I wished from the start that it would be a boy. To strengthen this wish I prayed every night for a brother right up till the day he was born.

I remember the day very well it was a Saturday and on Saturday afternoons my sister and I always used to go to the local cinema (Saturday matinee) when we arrived home my brother had been born. I couldn’t believe that my prayers had been answered and that I had a brother at long last. (I was eleven years old at the time)

I am sorry to say that the contact to my brother was lost shortly after he was born. I was growing up fast and he was a child, the gap grew wider as I grow older. Just after my 18^th birthday I joined the army for six years widening the gap between us even more.

In these six years I only saw him when I was home on leave and then I didn’t have much time for him, in fact none at all.

During my posting in Germany I met my wife and after my posting to Swaziland (Africa) which lasted a year, my wife and I left England to come and live in Germany were I have lived ever since (forty two years).

During this time my brother naturally grew up, learnt a trade and then finely immigrated to New Zealand were he now lives.

My wife and I have visited New Zealand twice but sorry to say the relationship between my brother and myself never really materialised on those visits, sometimes I would not correspond with him for over a year (which is unforgivable). In this long period of time my brother had three children got divorced and remarried, made a career in the New Zealand police force and I had no part in his life and he also knew little about my life.

I can’t blame my brother that we were never close to each other, the fault is totally mine. I only wish I could turn the clock back and make amends but I can’t the only thing I can do is to apologise.

In the last few months we have found each other (through the Internet Blog) and also through a common hobby (computers) although my brothers knowledge over rates mine a thousand times in computers there are still lots of things we can talk about and we seem to have common interests.

We talk to each other over Skype and I enjoy every moment, with each link I get the feeling we are getting closer together. We have (my wife and I) got to know my brothers wife, who unfortunately we have never met ( but hope some day we will)

I hope this relationship between my brother and myself will last and grow.

Take care out there were ever you are. Tschüss.