I remember it like it was yesterday. The date was October 6, 1947. The time was late evening. I was standing in the dining room of our house in Chicago. The phone rang. Since my Mom nor Dad were at home, I guess my older sister or brother answered the phone. They talked for a few minutes and then passed the phone to me.
My Dad told me that I had a new little brother. I hate to confess but I was SO disappointed it wasn't a new little sister. And therein began the saga. It has lasted 62 years. I used to terrorize him when Mom wasn't looking......yes this is a confession. But we both survived and grew up in spite of our sibling rivalry. It was kinda like there were the two of us and then Bob and Marilyn who were 11 and 10 years older then us respectively.
We survived a lot of stuff growing up as we all do. Many moves, many schools and the deaths of our parents and older brother. I think we've become really close. Especially after he and his beautiful wife took care of me last year when I had the dreaded whooping cough.
We talk on the phone. We laugh and it is wonderful, I have to admit to have a "little brother". Even if I do look younger (a private joke). He looks so much like our Dad now that my heart catches when I see him.
All in all, it has been a great ride. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL.