The snow came, right on schedule. It was wet and heavy and sloppy. It’s mostly gone now, but it left behind a great sense of urgency to get Bro settled into his new home before the real weather sets in. It’s a waiting game, home buying. He’s hoping for a closing by the end of next week.
I’m happy for him, and excited for him. It will be nice to get my old routine back, too. But I will miss Bro and the kids, as they will all be living two towns over and when school is in session, I won’t see much of them. I’d be lying if I said I had no worries. If you’re new here, the story of how Bro came to live with Walker and me was pretty painful. The short version is, Bro had a tough time accepting that his marriage was ending. We tried to offer up a soft place to land while he got things worked out. He’s done very well, I think, but I also think that coming home nearly every night to an empty house will be very hard for him after so many years. I don’t think he’s lived alone since just after college, about twenty years ago.
I know I need to have faith that if he starts to lose his way, he’ll yell for help. Faith has not been my strong suit, but I’m working on it. I trust my brother. He’s worked very hard to deal with his demons. It’s time for the next step.