'Tis my little brother's birthday (18th of Rocktober). He turned 58.
I'm pretty sure his knees don't look like that anymore but who knows - I haven't seen him in shorts for decades.
We used to be close - as in we did everything together for many years. I would say until I hit Manukau Intermediate for two years and he was still at Royal Oak Primary. I think it started about then.
Although going into separate bedrooms at 18 Korma Ave. about the time I started school at Royal Oak Primary may have contributed as well.
Whatever, increasingly, we got different friends, our interests more radically diverged, we didn't share stuff and I entered boy teenage fog at Mount Albert Grammar. I don't think he did. He's always been finely tuned.
By the time he caught up to me at MAGS he was my young brother who I didn't need to look after as I'd done at Royal Oak Primary.
Then we went to Auckland University. Me first, of course. I went into the arts, his path further diverged into sciences.
Our belief systems changed along the way. I became aware of social injustice. Our motivations changed.
I left home first. We lost touch more and more.
We met and fell for very different women.
I got married first, started a family first. Moved around the world.
It's now been a long time. We've grown apart, as many brothers and sisters do. But he's still my brother, he always will be, and I miss those years when we were ignorant of our differences and were close.
Love and peace and happy birthday Ross Graham Purdy - Big Brother.
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