I almost hate myself for equilibrating this fast.
Or maybe I haven't, and I only think I've because I'm rather isolated. At any rate, things have improved over the last month or so.
Odd seeing my brother in person. Not awkward, just odd to see him and have the sensation that I'm using someone else's memories. I've seen him only a few times since he left for college -- at his wedding, where I had that memorable foodfight with Carla; at Cedar Point, riding rollercoasters with him when he wasn't taking care of the baby; last weekend at Camp Mowana, seeing all those kids pile out of their van, then us playing ping-pong and talking less than we ever had on the phone -- and even though he's been in vastly different circumstances each time, he doesn't seem to have changed much. But he's completely gone from everyday awareness, and the memories grow more distant, if no less clear.
posted on Wednesday, July 21, 2004
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