... saw you whispering & wanted to be whispered to ...

I sometimes wish that I had not desired so badly to leave home. Or that I could have taken my brother with me. Other times, I understand that each person has to face life as they will. When I think back to that three and a half years when I "moved on," I honestly cannot remember him. I do remember seeing him in passing. I remember a day when I looked at him and wondered when his style changed, when his friends changed, who was he? I moved on, though.

There is much to revisit on later posts, but looking at photos of my two sons I remember.... I hope they are always best friends. I hope they never feel more compelled than the typical teenager to leave home. And when they leave, I hope they never move on so completely that they lose each other to time, to others, to a life that stands at the door and beckons. I want them to understand fully that a life worth living is a life shared.