We fuss, we fight, but we always turn out just right. Like any other sibling. But my brother is different.
My brother is best friend in the whole world.
He always gives the best advice, because he's been there and done just about everything. He is wise because he is seven years older than me. He is very intelligent, when he wants to be. He is a very passionate outdoors man. He runs his own business that shares his hunting diaries, as well as products.
My brother has always been there for me when I needed him. We have been through many things together. Many car accidents and family deaths, but we've been through good things too. When he went to boot camp in November of 2013, my heart felt all kinds of emotions. He had not long been divorced from his first wife and he came back home. We got close again and I was so happy about that because it had always been our mom, him, and I. There we were, a family again. Then he strikes us with, " I'm joining The Marine Corps." I had no problem with it because it is all throughout my family. The problem I had was wondering and worrying about him all the time. He may be my older brother but to me, he is my everything.
While he was at boot camp he would always write to me or my mother and say, "I love Cara's letters, make sure she keeps writing me. It helps me get through the days." I honestly couldn't tell you what I said to him because it has been so long. But I am glad I was there for him during that time because he didn't really have anyone but family. He missed every single holiday that year. But he graduated boot camp on Valentine's Day. Pretty romantic, huh?
He is the kind of brother you would dream of having.
However, I do get tormented, teased, and aggravated. You name it, it has probably happened. I can remember many stories of the things he did to me as a child, some good, some not so good.
Fast forward to the present, he has met an amazing wife. They are so unbelievably happy. I've never seen him that happy. It's like they were made for each other.
