His daughter, Heidi, took this picture.

I pirated it from Facebook.  Thanks, Heidi!

This is my brother, Bruce.

He lives in Portland, Oregon and I don’t get

to see him often.  The last time I went to visit

was about 9 years ago.  We talk on the phone

and he has a facebook account that he NEVER

looks at, but it has been 9 years.

So – tomorrow – Cynthia and I are flying to



Growing up, he was my big brother

(actually ALL three of my brothers were

big brothers) but Bruce was also my friend.

We talked- you know what I mean- about more

than just the happenings of the day.

He opened up windows into the future for me,

helped me to see patterns in the world and to

figure out where and how I could find a place to

matter in life.   But like most of my siblings, he was

a lot older and moved on in his life while I was still

searching for a direction to follow.


And like me, Bruce is a recorder of places and people

and events.  Our stories remain consistent and match

up- whereas our sibs stories are kind of vague and hazy-

our memories are sharp and clear.

This is important to me.

I like to know that my memories aren’t colored by time

and emotion.  I like to corroborate them with someone

who also remembers.

Because I’m a great story teller- and I can shade a story to

tell what is convenient or really just makes a better “story”.

So it is great to have some one else’s memory to line up with,

a ruler to measure up what is true and what is fantasy.


One week in nine years isn’t really enough time to spend

with someone you love.

But it is better than no time at all.

5 thoughts on “Bruce

  1. How I wish I were one of your sisters so that I could go along, too! I only got to visit him in Portland once (about 25 years ago), but my memories, fuzzy and clear, are sweet ones. Have a WONDERFUL time together and enjoy each other immensely! I’ll be praying for you both as you leave tomorrow.

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