Today is my brother's birthday. I love him a lot. He doesn't know it, but I do. He has his own definition of love. We have been apart for more than 15 years. He has different beliefs and values and standards in his life now, and it makes it hard to be together. It is not enough for him to agree to disagree. He wants everyone to believe his way now. I cry many times for the loss I feel of not having my brother.
BUT-- I think of him more often than I admit publically and hope he finds true happiness in his life one day. I have made peace that some things will not be resolved in this life, but am hopeful that through the atonement they will in the next. I love him and hope he has a great birthday.
