||[Nov. 14th, 2004|10:22 am]
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My brother called me from Texas recently. It was the first contact with him since he left for basic training in the middle of August. It was a very, very, very, very pleasant and exciting surprise. He gets to come home for twenty days, beginning the last week of November. After the twenty days home he is going straight to Naha, Japan, which is located on the island of Okinawa. Karate Kid DVD set here I come. Japan next summer. Here I come!
I did this little thing last winter some time.
My dear brother: a very quick tempered young man with an aggressive attitude to all those in opposition of his ideals; emotions similar to that of a flower that has yet to bloom.
Its taut petals remain coupled unless pried. Frequent inquisition generally renders an intense disregard for sympathy; it is taken in to the mouth and chewed only a little and spit back out, like an immature orange whose bitter substance has yet to season. But consideration for someone's mental well being isn't wholly wrong is it?
Despite these attempts to alleviate symptoms of grief, the intricate endeavor typically wounds the delicate and juvenile buds, drowning the blossom in tide pools of intention; it comforts dormancy until the following season. But the stem needs more nourishment than its receptacles are aware of, and the small unit that binds together and strives to penetrate the feeble petals, is aware of the supplement it contains to aid in the growth of confidence. At least we think. All we want out of this is the satisfaction of a job well done.
I miss him. But I know he is doing good. Soon he will be with his little family. And he will be happy. I will be happy.