I feel bad for Lewis at times since he doesn’t have a brother. He asks often for one. Tara can maybe connect a bit more with that reality since she grew up without a sister. But I take comfort in the fact that she has a friend that is like a sister. Maybe Lewis will have the same kind of friend one day.
I just happen to know what he is missing. Some of my best memories have been with my brother. My brother is 2 years younger. Growing up that made for perfect aggravation, but it also gave me someone to experiment with, and test the laws of the physical world, mostly gravity. As adults though the real fun began. We have traveled the U.S doing brother trips, creating a secret agent life of sorts, living in the world of others.
In LA and in Denver we have done all night ride alongs with their Police Departments. After signing a “death waiver” and putting on bullet proof vests, we have been in the middle of the action with high speed rides responding to gun shots, breaking up fights, and, trust me when I say much more. In New York, Chicago, LA, Atlanta and Denver, we have been free lance writers and food connoisseurs, being offered the finest fare free of charge in exchange for a mention in our writings. Working with our wives, we have found a way to get the other a plane ticket while keeping the destination a secret, boarding the plane still without knowing, and even getting off the plane having no clue where you are. That is always the goal, but only in Denver did I make it all the way without knowing. And of course you must be able to travel without a bag, just what you have in your pockets.
These kind of adventures, the extended adventures of my youth, have been the types of things Tara has had to put up with for years. She is not the kind to hold me back, rather to laugh with me in planning the trip. To roll her eyes at the most ridiculous ideas. And to support me leaving home for a few days, carrying the burden of work at home.
This weekend is Mother’s Day. Does this woman deserve the best day ever, or what? This year so far has been a year from hell to most looking in. But she has found ways to be thankful and gracious for life. She has considered it a blessing to be able to appreciate things at a deeper level. Don’t get me wrong, she would gladly give up this trial in a heartbeat. So I need to be equally creative this weekend when figuring out what to do for my wife, the best mother ever.