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The future is far away and scary, but today is lovely.

Adrian H. Wood, PhD

Sibling Love

Sibling Love

Thursday, August 18, 2016 Adrian Wood Comments (2)

One brother is all I had yet I drank in the experience of sibling love. Perhaps it's because my sibling was an older brother, nearly 5 years ahead of me. Or maybe it was because we spent time often as a family and we had no one else to talk to or plan daily adventures on our trips abroad. It could have been that he lived only through his nineteenth year; I've heard many a one say that it seems like the good ones get gone. Though likely a lovely combination of things, my most special is the memory of the love he bestowed upon me.
Before I can even remember, I know I was loved; my mother lived to tell the story of how Adam slept under my crib the first night I was home from the hospital. From the very beginning, he was my protector and I was his most fierce admirer. His adoration was tangible in the old photos, stuck behind clear sheets in paisley photo books; proud big brother holding a newborn, playing in the baby pool, riding on the boat, dressed up for school spirit week. Yes, the memories flow over me like the incoming tide on a shrinking sandbar. I don't even have to close my eyes and I can be awash in the overwhelming sea of remembering, my senses acute and I travel back in time.
Happy birthday, Adam. Today would have marked your 45th year and I like to think that we would have been together, our families mixed up and happy, a late afternoon on the beach or boat, a festive dinner of your choice made by Mom. I miss you always and miss what we would have been; I'm so thankful that you taught me what love between siblings should be as I guide your niece and nephews to love as fully as we did.

Christine Germaine commented on 19-Aug-2016 05:13 AM
Oh this photo brings back so many memories! You had the most awesome humidity hair! Strolled you all over West Haven in that chariot with Foxy on the foot rest and Adam along side on his bike. Happy Birthday to Sweet Adam! XXOO
Sharon McKinney commented on 21-Aug-2016 08:25 PM
Adrian - I love reading your tales! I saw the comment someone made about Foxy in the bicycle basket and it tugged at my heartstrings! You see, I used to live in Rocky Mount and knew your parents. Without our knowledge, our sweet Lhasa Apso, "Sassy" hooked up one night with the poodle across the street and we didn't know she was pregnant until she went into labor. Sweet Foxy was one of the puppies in this surprise litter! Alice named her Foxy because she looked more like a "Foxy Lady" than a Lhasa Poo!

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