Raj Anthony, my Brother

http://globewriter.wordpress.com/2010/10/06/sometimes-words-are-not-enough/


"reading this reminds me of my brother and I. he is deceased. It would appear i would turn monster for him. i guess i was a warrior anyway. but remember threatening some little kid on my brooklyn block should he ever have anything to say abo...ut my brother

then i got bullied, saving him from my bully's younger brother. i guess it was a family thing with those goons. I retell these stories as if it was yesterday.

the other thing I remember about our love protection for each other...we lived in ny but i was at college in delaware and my brother in boarding school in pennsylvania. so for holidays we drove home in our respective cars. one time driving north on 95...me being a speeder got too close to someone's bumper for them to "move out the way" in the passing lane --my brother directly behind me. so this guy thinks himself cute and mashes break. i mash break. my brother mash break. i guess he must have done it where my brother saw. my brother swerved out from behind me. and went alongside him and swerved into him ( i write this and feel shame/but. we were kids. we were from brooklyn. what d hell can i say. we were young) as if he was going to hit him and said "dont fuck with my sister"

now,. i do not ever remember my brother cursing. but i remember these stories. a strong protective spirit flows in my vein. i guess it is a family thing. and what i know how family and siblings should be.

when my brother died and i went with my father to get his stuff from school...his friends asked me..."you Raj's sister....he talked about you all the time"

like yesterday i remember these things as the unspoken but always shown love we had and i am grateful since he left so soon, he never need question who i was...

tears all round. who shall have some

i share that to say, i embrace you and your brother, and "should i have known, i would have treated it on the street level"

clink"