Let me tell you about my brother. Or better yet, let me embarrass my brother by writing an entire blog post about him. I'll refer to him as "Day-go" from here on out...you know to protect his "real" name, and well, because "Day-go" was what I called him when we were little...so you know...its cute.
Day-go and I are a few months shy of 2 years apart. He is older. Our birthdays fell in a way that we were only one grade apart in school. I would venture to say that our relationship is similar to most older brother/younger sister pairs. He always watched out for me, and I bugged him a bit. Growing up, Day-go and I were pretty much like night and day. I had dark hair and dark eyes, he had light hair and light eyes. I took after my mom's family and he could never have denied relation to my dad's kinfolk. I was a diligent student, stayed out of trouble, and followed the rules...and he...well let's just say he was different than me.
I am told that when I was very small and still sleeping in the crib, Day-go would wake up early and crawl into the crib with me. My parents would get a few extra minutes of relaxing in bed while they listened to us "talk" on the monitor. Which mostly consisted of him making me laugh. He was quite the entertainer. As we grew older, I never remember a time we did not get along. I can count two times (I am not exaggerating) that we actually got into a real fight. When we both entered into the horrid middle school years we kept out of each others way and only acknowledged each others existence at home. But nonetheless, we continued to get along and remain civil.
When we hit high school, we ran with the same crowd, had the same friends, and got into the same kinds of trouble. All the while, Day-go had his "big brother radar" on high, always keeping a watchful eye. Day-go was well known at our high school and I was well known as "Day-go's sister". I know for some folks, being known as "someone's sister" is annoying, but I liked it, I wanted everyone to know who's sister I was, I was proud to have the label.
A curious thing happened after high school. Even while going our separate ways, Day-go and I continued to cross paths within the same social groups. We attended the same parties, hung out at the same coffee shop and most often folks could find one where the other was. Day-go was as much my friend as he was my brother.
To this day our relationship continues to be the same, equal parts friend, equal parts sibling. Day-go has taught me many things and made me laugh many times. He married an amazing woman who is like the sister I never had and together they made me an aunt to two amazing little boys. I am lucky they live close to me and I visit them every week. So, when Day-go suggested that this year, as a gift to our mom, we should take a picture of just the two of us, I was definitely on board. The last picture we have of just us, was from high school. Day-go's lovely wife took our pictures one day and we gave them to our mom for Christmas.
I love these pictures, because they are the still life proof of what we share. I could not have asked for a better brother or a better friend. I am so proud to be "Day-go's sister".
This is the picture we made larger for my mom.
The next few were put into a collage
I told you he always knows how to make me laugh!
These are two of my favorite candid shots.
Yep, it was that funny.
I saw this quote once and it always makes me think of Day-go...
"Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero." -Marc Brown
Not just because he used to dress up in a superman cape and jump off the hearth (sorry Day-go) but because having an older brother like him was like having a personal superhero, someone to look up to and someone who was always there whenever I needed him. Thanks Day-go!