April 25, 2009Today is my brother David's birthday. While many times I have written about growing up in Miami, Florida - both my brother and I were born in California. He in Pasadena, and I in Lancaster. My Dad was a deputy sheriff with the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department, and this photo, taken in 1962 was one of the few times we were allowed to dress up in his uniform.
We moved to Florida the week I turned seven, and that will always feel more like "where I grew up", but this photo seemed to sum up where my thoughts have been this week.
To My Brother David,
You were always there for me, in good times and bad. You were the strong silent one, that always had the right answers. You could run faster, jump higher, swim faster, and spell better than I ever could. You could make me laugh, and you have always filled me with pride at being your sister. You are an amazing man, and I will always be grateful that we were born into the same family.
Happy Birthday Big Brother! Love, Susan
A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams. ~Author Unknown
1 comment:
We could have been twins when I was little, but I think I may have been cuter ;)
hahahaha
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