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I have a chat group with my brothers. So we are always texting each other and keeping in touch. Sharing photos. Even if I am in India.

Hate it when they veer off into statistics of a sport on the chat group.  But that’s life.

We are special.

No, mentally, we are sort of okay. At the moment.

We are special because we can get same reactions via text that we would get in person.

Had interactions tonight.

One brother says, “I have guests and they probably think I’m nuts.”

Because he was laughing so loud. He said his stomach hurt.

The other brother said his family heard him and wondered if he was okay.

That’s always how it’s been with us. We feed off each other. Until we can’t breathe.

Everyone in the family just lets us be. Because they know. The ones that marry into the family are keepers because they get it. And love it.

I just want to say I’m incredibly grateful for my brothers.

 

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Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet. – Vietnamese Proverb

If you know me then you know how I feel about my family. No illusions. Not a one of them perfect. But there is no other family I would rather have. I think they are the best thing since sliced bread.

Of course, that goes without saying for the hubby and kids.

But in this context I am referring to my parents and my brothers. My folks must have done something right. My brothers and I have never had a heated exchange, nasty words, or even an argument. Well, except for when we were younger and fighting about who got the best seat in the car.

I always hear of siblings fighting over this and that. Or being estranged from each other or from their parents. Makes my heart heavy for others and mine positively light that I haven’t had to experience such a thing. Greed, jealousy, competition and dislike has not entered into the family equation.

Now, that does not mean that we are hanging all over each other and showering each other with constant praise. We are, after all, Irish Americans.

But when my brothers and I get together there is no place I would rather be. Because we laugh. And laugh. Raucously. Although the three of us might be a tad funny on our own it is when we are together that we absolutely shine. The only time my stomach hurts from laughing is when I am with them. Seriously.

I remember my sister-in-law (future at the time) laughingly saying to my brother’s new girlfriend (while we were-funnily enough-at a comedy show), “Oh, so this is the first time you are with the “Brennan” siblings in one room? You don’t know what you are in for!”

Not sure what it is. We feed off each other and we just can’t stop laughing. Loudly. The worst was when I was eight months pregnant and I don’t have to tell you why.

My mother always says it makes her feel so good that her kids get along so well with each other.  My kids just leave the room because they can’t hear themselves think.

Those are the light hearted times. And life is not always light hearted but we do try to put a positive spin on most everything.

When my older brother was not feeling well this past summer all of us were concerned. And, of course, offering our opinions on what to do and who to see. Remaining absolutely positive while doing so.

And when the younger one lost his job- like so many others in the country- we all worried. And continue to worry. Remaining absolutely positive while doing so.

Because we don’t know any other way but to support each other and prop each other up.

My messages have been of the “rah, rah” variety. All of the interviews have gone well but they all resulted in rejections. Too many folks vying for too few jobs.

So, I sent him an email yesterday about an upcoming interview, decided to change tack and said this, “I hope it goes rotten!”

He quickly replied:

“Just finished the interview. It went terrible and I knew they hated me instantly. I hated them too and I hope they never call me back for 2nd interview. I’ll tell you when they send me the anticipated rejection notice. They’ll also probably call the cops on me.”

Of course, I immediately sent this email flying back to him, “I hope they throw the book at you and lock you up for life!”

It was a great way to start the day. Laughing out loud with family. The ones who really get you. No matter how much time has passed or how many miles between you.
I think I’m funny because my family, my siblings were funny. – Martin Short

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