Unfortunately, it is a rare occasion when I have a telephone conversation with one of my four brothers. Today, I was graced with the opportunity to speak with two of them... and the best part about it is that none of our relatives had to die to initiate these conversations. (I know that sounds harsh, but that is what usually has to happen to bring us all together.) It's not that we don't like each other (I don't think) it's just that we're all so busy and so far apart from one another. At least that's the case for my lack of communication. I love my brothers. Each one of them is very different from the others... Unique in personality and lifestyle. I won't lie to you and say that we've always gotten along... on the contrary. But at least now we have a little more respect for our differences. After losing both of our parents, I think we've all learned that life is too short for hatred and anger. (But we still leave a little room for irritation.)
So today, I recognize the grace of family and siblings. I also acknowledge the fact that I could certainly participate in that grace a lot more often if I would just pick up the phone and dial. Email is nice... but it's really great to hear a voice that you love every once in a while.