There's no other love then the love for a brother. There's no other love then the love from a brother. ~Terri Guillemets

I opened Facebook the other night to find I had a message from a high school friend.  She is someone my husband knew from his childhood neighborhood as well.  However impersonal social media can be, for better or worse, it appears to be the very quickest way to get information out. There were six sentences to the message, within those two short paragraphs was the tragic news her younger brother had met with a freak accident which took his life.  It wasn't a heart attack, it wasn't a car accident...her brother was moving a piece of furniture for their mother which pinned him and cut off the air supply to his brain.

What do you say to a message like that?!  I mean it's such a shock, so incredibly just immediately makes you think of your own family and how something so abrupt would challenge you to the core.

And, their mom, it had to be so devastating not to be able to get help for the situation in time...I imagine the prayers she said, the pleading with God to spare him pain...the bargaining I know I would be doing to ask God to take me instead...

I sent the return message that came to my heart, and I have been praying for her family since I heard the news.

I began to think about my own younger brothers and how seldom we reach out to one another and how awful it would be to have a situation like that happen and my never having told them how much I loved them or how proud I am of them.

These are my little brothers, Paul(ie) and Rob(bie):

Kimmy Paulie and Robbie

This picture was taken in July of 2012 at Tom and my 20th renewal of vows ceremony.  It is the last time the three of us were together.

These two taught me how to share (because I had to...), were the first to teach me what it meant to be a friend, and were my cohorts on Christmas morning when we got the first glimpse of all the gifts under the tree.

All three of us are married with families and they both work [more than] full time to be good providers.  Life commitments get in the way of regular communication which is never a good excuse, but overused nonetheless.

I think tragic events can be a catalyst to change, and I want to step up to make that happen in my own life.  Boys, I am going to do better at reaching out.  Email, FB, and yes the phone as well.

When I call, don't feel like you have to give up a half hour of time to me, I just want to check in hear how things are going and let you know I'm thinking of you.  It's important to connect on a regular basis, I'm sorry I have fallen short in the past.'s why we're here.  Find a way to connect with your peeps today!