I have two older brothers. My brothers are much older then me, one being 10 years older and the other being 18 years older.
My oldest brother moved out the house when I was very young and he became like a cousin to me,and I never bonded with him ever. In my childhood we lived in Europe while he lived in Iceland. The in 1981 when I was 9 years old, he moved to the USA with his new wife and the connection became less and less. We met up often in summer but it somehow in retrospect, it felt more like a duty call than a loving connection. I don’t know, it’s sad to think about it. My second older brother is 10 years older than me and he still lives with my mother, as my father passed away almost 2 years ago. He is historian and lives a quiet life, taking care of my mom, while she takes car of him. I would have liked to have a closer connection to my brothers, with a sense of having a brotherly bond between us, but that wasn’t meant to be it seems. I mourn that fact for some reason, although I shouldn’t.
