I got the strangest Mother’s Day card in the mail the other day from my oldest brother. I haven’t seen or heard from him in nearly thirteen years. It’s the strangest thing…

Over the years I’ve often felt guilty about not keeping in touch – wondering if I played a part in the hurt and isolation that has led to his continued drug use.

I really have no strong memories of him from my childhood, and as adults our lives have taken such different paths. Perhaps I should have tried harder to stay connected with him in spite of his problems. Maybe even more so because of them…

I wonder why he’s suddenly reaching out now, after all these years.