*I was living in Park City, UT skiing five to seven days a week. Most of those days I was skiing amongst a field of trees in champagne powder. Often on my descent I’d call out, “Ca-Ca” mimicking a bird. It felt so freeing to hear my voice reverberate through the trees. Secretly, I always hoped that one day I’d hear a bird call back from another skier. Then my bro came to town and when I was in the middle of the trees I called out “Ca-Ca” from a distance I heard “Hooty-hoo”. There wasn’t a person in sight but I knew who it made that call. My smile widened in recognition of my brother who always seemed to get me without ever having to try.
*I had a very dark, low point in my life when nothing seemed to make sense anymore. I almost lost my laugh, my zest for life. I had nothing left to give and not much to offer. I was sort of like a dead weight that my family and friends carried until I got my feet back on solid ground. I’m a sizeable beast; trust me it was a heavy load. But the beautiful thing is that Love is the light that guided me through this inferno. And my brother was like a lighthouse shining through the night sky making sure I made it safely to shore. I remember a day in particular when I took a bus to Philly to visit my bro. He was leaning against his car waiting for me with a single red rose in his hand that he bought from the guy around the corner. The sight of him made me laugh. It was the first time I heard myself laugh in a long time. The release from this simple expression of joy broke through so much internal muck and I knew in my soul that everything was going to be alright.
When asked, “What’s it like to have an older brother?” I always smile and shake my head, “It’s pretty special.” I am so happy my brother found someone special enough to share the rest of his life journey with. I wish both him and Vivian a life of laughter and a love that ages like a fine a wine. So that they can hold a blackboard between them and claim, “It gets better with time.”
A Warrior Princess