I’m slowly clearing out my brother’s small bedroom (the smallest in the house.) to use for storage. On a shelf I found an old army cap. It might be my brother’s. But it really looks old enough to be my father’s.
I never knew it was there or that my brother kept such a thing. I’ll never be sure it was my father’s from WW2. I’ll keep it treasured of course. I’m that sentimental. It doesn’t help that my father and brother didn’t share their feelings enough. Maybe that’s a guy thing. But it didn’t help that I acted like I wouldn’t want to know anyway. Maybe the cap is more evidence that my brother felt closer to our parents…certainly closer to father. After all, they were both straight.
My poor brother. In our ignorance we make our family members suffer more. That’s why we need God. So we can have someone to forgive us.
