Tragic and Sad

I haven't seen my brother in over 20 years. When he sent me a photo of what he was up to I thought it was a picture of him but it was a co-worker. Then he sent me a photo of his feet in the sand vacationing on the beach at Martha's Vineyard. It was many years before I saw the updated version of his face. I suspect I may never see him again since I am the symbol of freedom and escape and he is the symbol of captivity and enslavement in our family. It is so tragic and sad but this is our family and all families; tragic and sad no matter how you slice it.