My lifelong companion and best brother turned 60 on the weekend.
In the last few years, life has changed for both of us. There is hardly any life overlap like there used to be. With two new marriages and 100 miles separating us, it is challenging to find the time.
But I sure do miss it. I still get phantom pangs for the free time we used to spend pal-ing around and figuring things out.
In his 20s, he was backpacking through Europe with friends, and carving out a career. His 30s and 40s were about buying a house, becoming an Uncle (thrice!) and a great role model for the boys now that we lived in the same town.
On his 50th, we ate Dim Sum in The City and toured Alcatraz, with the folks and the boys and friends. His house was full of black balloons, and the neighbors, who intended to mow a 6-0 in the lawn, ended up with a big Zero when the mower quit.
By 55 we had lost both of our folks, he was in love, soon to marry and kicking his life into high gear. From then and now they have constructed a great life together full of lots of fun.
And now, that age-resistant brother of mine is 60. That happened so fast.
So here's to looser skin and deeper wrinkles, and a thousand more timeless moments that will happen between here and there. I love you, Donnie boy.
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