Oh Brother, happy, happy birthday. I thought about you today. Six years older than me and yet , at least sixty million years away from me, the years of a lifetime. Where are you now? What are you dong? Gardening? Your first love. How you loved to dig your hands in the soil, grow food, eat it, relish it. I am busy Brother. I am distracted by my world. How easy it is for us to forget and to move on into our lives. We grew up together Brother. Remember how we built tree houses and played tennis together. There was a short time when we shared a room and whispered our secrets in the dead of night. You were mean sometimes, yes, you were, but our kinship always made it okay, overcame those mere differences that meant nothing in the end. I think about you now on your birthday and then I don't. I dont think about you because I have too many other things going on. My sons are older now. Dentist today for the youngest. Imagine a retainer! I built a run for the dog along with your brother in law. I sent your eldest nephew off to start work experience at the local newspaper and your other nephew just got the Irish Basketball Team. You should see him play. He has wings under his feet Brother, he runs swift and he has a creativity to his playing that I envy. He runs like the softest wind is blowing him along, a gentle wind that makes me think his middle name should be Swift and not Emmet. I am proud of him Brother. Our house has changed since you were here all those years ago, when I made Monk Fish Stew for you and you said in amazement, what's this. You loved it. Do you remember? The house is settled now, each room a defined purpose, books fall into place and lights come on once darkness threatens. Each person in this house has his rightful place. Happiness prevails. Brother, sorry about the misunderstandings. Hear this wherever you may be. Sorry about Dad's funeral and the way we were. It is said that people act strangely at funerals, they are thrown out of kilter, they do not see straight. That's what happened to us Brother. We did not see straight. We twisted and tangled the way , the threads knotted. We struggled with our memories, we did not see clearly. Happy Birthday Brother wherever you may be. But strange as it may seem I know you will never read this and so. You will never know. How the hell will you ever know?