He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

Describe a family member.

My bother is about 6 years older. As kids he would waffle between looking after me and torturing me. He was a good big brother and I always thought he and his friends were cool.

When our dad died young, my brother took over as a surrogate father. He took care of us and looked out for our mom. He shuttled me around places.

He had kids young and I got to see him become a responsible father, yet he was still good to me and my sister. I had no money during college and I sheepishly asked to borrow money, knowing that he had little to give. He selflessly gave me more than enough to get me by.

As adults we have grown apart and then come together. We have had moments where I was his shoulder to lean on, and that gave me such comfort. We joke that he is our mom’s favorite. We know that she has no favorites but a mother-son bond is special.

We lost our sister a few years ago. It was devastating and we once again had to lean on each other. I look at him knowing that we will have to work together when our mom ages. We have watched our family go from 5 to 4 and now 3.

I am proud of my brother and how he raised his kids. He is a good man, not perfect, but a good man. He loves his family and is a brother/father figure to many. I’m lucky to have him.

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