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This was a difficult page to do. One of my older brothers doesn't talk to the family, but I was able to get a recent picture of him and his daughter. It's a simple page, but I like how it turned out.
Journaling reads:My brother Lewis and I got along horribly as kids. He is just over a year and a half older than me. We fought constantly, driving our mother nuts. But somewhere around sophomore or junior year, we became friends, or at least we were nice to each other. Our friendship really grew once we were out of high school and he married Donna and then a year later I married Ken. We became very close during a time when neither of us was getting along with anyone else in the family. It felt like “us against them”. We bonded strongly because of that. He had stood up as a groomsman in my wedding, and when his daughter Jessica was born in 1993, I was given the honor of being her godmother.
Things changed when Ken and I separated in 1995. Lewis and I stopped talking. I’m not sure really why it happened. I don’t remember much, but I do remember in vivid detail, like it just happened yesterday, when I told him in late 1995 that Ken and I were getting a divorce. All Lewis said was, “You have to do what you have to do.” I was crushed. I had hoped that he, more than anyone, would understand and support me through such a difficult time. His wife was a divorcee herself, so I assumed he’d understand that not all relationships work out. He and I never talked again after that day.
I’ve seen him only a handful of times over the years. He barely talks to anyone in the family, and every once in a great while, he will show up for something. It’s been at least 6 or 7 years or more since I’ve talked to him to even merely say “hello”. I hear about him and his family through other family members, but that’s it. I know that he doesn’t approve of my choices in life and has issue with the fact that I have come out as a lesbian. It doesn’t make me stop missing him. I think about him all the time. I think about the goddaughter that I don’t know. I wish that things were different and that he and I could be friends again, especially now that I’m pregnant and having my first child. I would love for him to be able to know his niece or nephew. But I’m realistic and know that this won’t happen. He won’t let it happen. He’s not involved with anyone in the family unless it has to do with the fire department. He only sees our parents once a year or less. Others have tried to reach out to him on different occasions without any success.
Our mom and dad were invited to attend a fire department ceremony when Lewis was promoted in November. Dad took several pictures of Lewis and his family. He was kind enough to e-mail the rest of us the pictures so we could see how our niece is growing.
This is some of the family I have and do not know.
Photos taken 11/2006 Journaling 1/2007
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