In a roundabout way I’ve had it confirmed that at least one of my brothers categorically doesn’t want to hear from me. But it’s still a waiting game. Not remotely disheartened, nor upset. Prepare for the worst and anything else is generally a bonus. I’m not going to pretend they don’t exist but I’m not going to push it at the risk of making things worse either. Although I’m not sure that is even possible. 15 months is evidently just not enough time. That’s difficult to swallow but will have to do for now. I’ve came this far with enough to make life pretty reasonable, be it family, friends, their kids. There is more than enough to be thankful for. For the sake of clarity, the title of this post is not about my brother though. It’s about the biggest disaster I have ever managed to orchestrate. Because, quite honestly, I did this. Still, I’ve said it before. There is always tomorrow. I’m off to watch epic skateboarding fails on YouTube. Today’s lesson might be “Keep getting back up”.