Dear Charlie-
When did we grow up to be so busy? Wasn't it just yesterday we were playing in the dirt in the backyard of one of our base houses in San Diego? We were trying to make a swimming pool like the Millers had. Mom never forgave us for putting a giant mud hole in front of her tomato patch. I think the divit is still there if you go and look.
We were attached at the hip once. Yeah, sure, you wanted to be a tough guy, like Bill, and hated that I tagged along with you. Perhaps you really hated more I was a better shot than either of you. Remember Dad taking us out to the cabin in San Bernardino to 'hunt'. I cried so many times over that poor, dead squirrel. Bill rolled his eyes at me and said that's why I couldn't go out with you guys anymore, but you held my hand and told me you would cry too. You always did understand, Charlie.
I hated growing up because that meant that I grew apart from my little brother. I didn't mind growing closer to Missy, we had so many memories that I cherish now that she is gone. But I did miss my kid brother...except when you were an obnoxious brat. Then I could cheerfully kill you. Before I knew it you we were both away at college, and we hardly got a chance to speak to one another. Now I'm lucky if I get to see you when you are on leave. I get the occasional Christmas or birthday card. But then again, I suppose it's to be expected, you are in a hard career, its not like I can just pick up the phone and call you.
There are times, especially since Missy died, that I wish I could. You know I love Bill, but we are too much alike, we buck heads too often. You and Missy always had the more peacemaker natures Bill and I didn't. I miss just having someone who would listen and give me straightforward, heartfelt advice. There are so many times in my life, especially now, when I could use it.
I miss you, even if I hate admitting it. Give me a call when you can.
Love-
Dana