tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497310179484669904.post2326470119886457885..comments2009-04-07T22:14:42.125-04:00Comments on How Life Goes: 101: Siblings...Weird~Chichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09963479761916143945noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497310179484669904.post-78303092770232147622009-04-07T10:54:00.000-04:002009-04-07T10:54:00.000-04:00This post you have made really strikes a chord wit...This post you have made really strikes a chord with me...I have a younger brother (over 6ft) and we have the same mom, but different dads. We grew up together and after I moved away I started to feel this horrible feeling like I was loosing my brother, he lived in Newfoundland with our mom for a year and a half and I saw him maybe once in that time, then when he moved here, 30 min down the road! I probably saw him twice in a year. I was getting really depressed about the whole situation and he was getting older and doing his own stuff which never really involved me :( However I decided to pursue our relationship and started to call him (he was not at the age where he would just pick up the phone and call me) so I had to take the initiative. Now we are going to the same university and live 2 minutes from each other and see each other a lot. lol i didn't follow him to university, it just happened the program was what i wanted haha. But we are great friends now and through me initiating conversation with him more and more and telling him how I felt I was loosing him he became more and more receptive. Remember, it is never to late to start anew with family :)<BR/>Cheers!<BR/>HilaryHilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13880570204813103866noreply@blogger.com