He Ain’t Heavy…

This is a short post.  My brother currently lives in Colorado and I live in Oregon.  We were both born and raised in the Portland Metro-area, but left the area over 10 years ago to pursue other adventures.  We both ended up in Colorado and while our Mom was dying of cancer, we convinced our parents to move out there too.  Last year, my family moved back to Oregon.  As you may have read on these pages, we are very thrilled to be here.

Recently my brother took a position her in the Portland Metro-area.  They’ll be moving out here in the next month, or so.  Yesterday they flew into the area to begin their house-hunting experience.  We didn’t think we’d get to see them – their two days here are going to be filled with a hurricane of house-hunting.  And yet, we had a serendipitous moment last night.

My daughter and I had traveled to the Vancouver VA Medical Center to visit a friend.  While there, I took the opportunity to go to Costco and make amends over an issue I had a month or so ago.  DD wanted a treat, which I’m usually reluctant to provide, but I took the moment and drove down to Wal-Mart on Mill Plain Blvd.  During those travels, and via a few text messages, I found out my brother had just left PDX and was headed North on 205.

One thing led to another and he needed a few things for their stay, so he stopped and surprised us at WalMart.  It was fun, great, and good.

When you’re close to someone, it is good to actually see them – especially if they are within a reasonable drive.  I would have gone out of my way to see him, as would he, but this is a whirlwind trip and I’m not sure it would have worked out.  It was good to see him last night.