AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER?

The 6th question God asked of mankind was; “WHERE IS YOUR BROTHER?”; to which Cain responded with his own–rather flippant question– “AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER?”

God didn’t take kindly to Cain’s obstinance–needless to say.

My answer to Cain’s question would have been a resounding, “YES! I am my brother’s keeper and he is mine!”

On January 30 1963, I was 1 1/2 years old and an only child. The next day– the 31st–my parents gifted me with what would later prove to be the greatest gift a little “only child” boy could ever hope for–my brother–an instant playmate and best friend.

But, it didn’t start out that way; neither were the following years all peaches and cream.

According to Mom, I welcomed the little critter by pulling him off of the sofa and onto the floor. Of course, he screamed bloody murder. He was one loud little fellow.

Once, he was making a huge racket because he wanted a bottle and Mom wasn’t getting it to him fast enough. So, I–having had my fill of his fuss–gave him my bottle just to quiet him down.

That day, I quit bottlesucking for good. My rationale? “Anything that will have you fienin’ like that, just could NOT be good for you.”

We had some tussles along the way; some ups and downs, and crazy turn-arounds, but through it all, he has remained my best friend.

I recall days–most days–when I was content to sit in front of the T.V. and read books. I was the typical nerd.

My brother–on the other hand–enjoyed outdoor activity. So, in order not to have to play outside alone, he’d streak into the house, knock my book out of my hands, or turn off the T.V., then ZIP, that little raggedy Ripper was back out the door; having successfully baited me into chasing him outdoors.

Once outside, the chase turned to play; no more books or T.V. today!

Someone once said, “There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother… Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.”

We were like Batman and the Wonderboy, running around with towels pinned around our skinny necks; flapping in the turbulence created by our “Ripping and Running.”

According to Marc Brown, “Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.”

So, back to that all-important question;

“AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER?”

YES! I AM HIS KEEPER AND HE IS MINE!

I KEEP HIM IN MY HEART AND I KEEP HIM IN MY MIND!

I KEEP HIM CLOSE TO MY HEART;

NO MATTER NEAR OR FAR.

I KEEP HIM IN MY MIND,

NOW AND FOR A LIFETIME!

My brother is my 1st best friend. No one can replace him.

SO, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL’ BROTHER!!

LOVE,

BIG BRO!

9 Comments

      1. Very sad but how blessed it has been for all of you to have one another. Family is more than a six letter word or a too overhead. And it goes far beyond the union or divorce of the parents. I am waiting for the Lord to come and make right the wrongs. I know a big event it will be. When he wipe the tears from every eye, I will be crying still, just emptying myself .💕

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  1. I LOVE THIS RON! Happy belated birthday to my cousin, your brother! I loved seeing you two when I was a tot! How many times did y’all try to get me to play the “quiet game?” How many times did I lose?
    Seriously though, this is a beautiful and thoughtful tribute to your brother. You are so funny in your verbal painting of the relationship between you guys. You are blessings to one another! You ARE each other’s keepers. Love you both 💋❤️🙏🏽

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