Ode to Peter

Aug 26, 2004 22:40

Its odd. It never struck me that Peter's departure would impact me as much as it is. When I walked into my basement and realized that I wouldn't see my brother ever again as frequently as I have been for my entire life, something in me twitched and spazzed. The comprehension of my new situation, pretty much alone in my house was dawning, and it hurt more then I expected.

Peter and I have fought more times than I could possibly count or recall. We have got into viscious verbal fights, and literally bloody physical fights. From eye-gouging to sucker punching we've done it all. Yet I feel a complete absense of enmity and I know that Peter and I really care about eachother and will always be there for eachother when we need it.

I have been annoyed to no end at times with Peter and sometimes I have cursed the fates for Peter's presense, but now that he has been extracted from my everyday life, I realize how much I have taken him for granted. We have suffered the cruelties of Leland together and shared the plight of some of our best friends moving away. He has looked out for me more than I care to admit and let me tag-a-long countless times in the past.

He truly has been a great brother and I am glad to have shared my childhood and grown up with him.
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