We all have those nights where we wake up from a very vivid nightmare, and can hope that is all it was, just a bad dream. Thankfully that was all mine had been, just some fevered, stress induced dream about losing my brother and best friend. Years ago, never mind how many (as to not sound like the old man that I am slowly becoming), I would knock on his bedroom door, or drive to his apartment in later years, no matter the hour. He’d bellow, “What?”, and realize that something was bothering me. Even though we are twins, and always argue who is older, times such as those would always have him play the part of the older brother.
I did that tonight in a way, left a voice mail for him at 4am, hopefully he won’t be mad.
As I get older, I miss the days of just being able to talk to Daniel like that I guess.
I won’t mention the details of my nightmare, but I am glad my brother is fine and still here.
He is probably one of the few people in this world I still try to impress and never give up, as he has told me multiple times, “I won’t let you give up or in, and I will push you to the finish if I have to!”.
That’s the end of my rant for the night, followed by a thirteen hour work shift starting in three hours.
See you Space Cowboys and Cowgirls later