The Tree That Is ME
I ’m 58 years old and my oldest living brother is 80. For the first time in my (our) lives, three months ago, we heard each other’s voice on the phone—we had NEVER spoken to each other before over the phone. And to be perfectly honest, we’ve never really talked much to each other at all during our lifetimes. I would imagine we’d still have a couple of fingers left to use if we were to count on our hands the number of times we actually “talked” to each other. The phone call came at his request via my next oldest brother whose voice I was also shocked to hear… S o I adhered to the request, and I am happy that I did because the call then resulted in a later, in-person visit, as a result of me traveling to the area for a wedding—which resulted in an approximate four—four 1/2 hour long conversation at his kitchen table. An evening & conversation that I will treasure for the rest of living days. And I hope he feels the same. He spoke of “atonement”, ...