Sometimes I think about the elder brother I never had.
My parents had a son before me, but he had died in a car accident as a baby, before I was even born.
If he was alive today, it would have been his 34th birthday and perhaps we’d have all been out as a big family celebrating this day.
But he’s no longer here. For me, he never was. Isn’t it strange to miss something you never had in the first place?
Over the years I’ve had some great friends and family, but I wonder what life would have been like if my elder brother was still alive.
When I sometimes feel this way, I take it as an opportunity to reflect on and question how good an elder brother I am myself.
Then I think about my younger brother and how he has looked up to and looked out for me all these years.
I am reminded that within my younger brother lives what I would expect from an elder.
It’s at that point when I am mesmerised by the magnificent nature of my bro.
On the days I feel weak, that fills me with both strength and comfort.