I had a younger brother.Originally Posted by Steve.r
We were very close until he reached 16
By the I had already left home.
We didn't really connect for years, later he confessed he felt I had deserted him alone in a dysfunctional family.
When he moved to Spain we got very close again.
His life there wasn't healthy but I was able to support him for many years.
We kept in touch one way or another for years without actually meeting regularly. Maybe we'd get together every 2 or 3 years
When he passed away I was completely devastated and if I'm honest I've never been able to secure any closure on his death.
There isn't a day goes by I don't have him in my thoughts.
I wish I had made a priority of meeting up more often and helping him more than I did. It's my one and only regret.
Now I have no blood family at all.
I do have an extended family here in the Philippines, mostly in ComVal, and I love them dearly. I want to help them more than I do but they're a proud group and it takes some special times and a silver tongue to convince them to accept help.
I know and feel just how much they they freely give to me and it's painful for me when they refuse any reciprocal help or support since I know how they oftentimes struggle
That's families I guess
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