It's been 46 years since my "little brother" and I had this much time together. It's been a delightful revelation. He and his wife are now without grown kids living at home so both are in the "golden" time also.
Although I had two brothers and a sister, there was ten years between my age and my older brother and eleven between my older sister and I. Bill, my little brother, is 5 1/2 years younger, so, we essentially grew up as two kids in a family. We went through all the quirky, crazy times with our parents as they trooped around the USA trying to figure out where or what they wanted to do - in my case I went to 17 schools in 12 years. It was not a happy time. My parents divorced after 32 years when Bill was about 14. I came home from college to take care of him since my Dad traveled a lot and my Mom moved somewhere else. He lived with me when I first got married. SO, until now, I was the caregiver.
What a turn of the tables. He's very low-key, a patent attorney with a long illustrious career in engineering. I, on the other hand, have always been the flashy, creative one in the family. He likes to laugh at me. BUT he has ALWAYS been there whenever I needed him along with his beautiful and kind wife. For that I am eternally grateful.
It feels strange to have the tables turned, but I'm not complaining.
Thanks Bill and Annette.