Matt here. The post I had planned for today isn't ready yet. In the meantime I thought I'd share something with you:
My older brother sent me an email today. The one I haven't talked to in three years.
"We just got the New Year's postcard that you sent. It's beautiful! Thank you."
I don't think we'll ever agree about who was at fault in the events that split us up. He hurt me more and made me angrier than I think anyone else ever has. To me at least it's clear that I'm in the right, but he disagrees.
If I'd insisted he see things from my perspective before reaching out to him—building a bridge—I wouldn't have this little tendril of hope that maybe he's ready to stop insisting I see things from his perspective and one day we'll be friends again, even though it can't ever be like it was.
I want my brother back.