I left Atlanta Saturday morning bound for Floyd. I arrived by 6:30pm. On my way I stopped in Greenville, South Carolina for lunch. I've done that before, but what I didn't know then is that my brother lives in a neighboring town and works in Greenville.
You see, some years ago my brother and I lost all track of each other. We didn't really have a falling out, but we had such differing points of views that we just drifted apart. I think it's been over ten years since we've had contact...might be as many as fifteen.
Well, a couple of weeks ago I got a surprise when he commented on one of my posts. It turns out he had Googled my name, found Spatter, and started reading it. I must have responded to the comment...though I can't remember what I said...because he subsequently wrote an email thanking me for doing so and saying that he hoped that we could reconnect. When he said that he lived in Greenville, I gave it some thought and, after a bit of deliberation, I decided to see if he could meet up with me for lunch on my way through. He could and we did.
The visit was brief, but genuinely warm and loving. He acknowledged that we have irreconcilable differences...an understatement...but that he really wanted to have a relationship with me again. After meeting with him, I feel the same. We sort of agreed to push the politics and religion off to the side and just try to connect with each others' spirits. We'll leave the talk to subjects like photography, travel, gardening, childhood times...stuff like that. I have to say, it was nice to get a hug from my big brother.