The two boys on the right are my sons, Michael and Tod. The two on the left are Kevin and Brian, my girlfriend's sons. The boys grew up together and remain friends to this day- except for Tod, of course, who is gone. They call each other 'brothers.' They were my neighbors in Pennsylvania and moved to Florida soon after we/my family moved here. Brian lived with us periodically over the years.
With all that has gone on with my oldest son, Michael, these past months/years, and with my youngest son gone, I was feeling pretty low. Last night, Brian called. We talked for a long time and I hung up feeling so much better. Brian said I influenced his life for the better and that he was grateful for my presence in his life. He said much more, and it is not the first time he said these things to me.
Tod also appreciated me. He would tell anyone who would listen what a wonderful mother I was. Only Michael thinks I am a worthless. I needed this conversation with Brian. I needed the validation; the reminder. It really helped to put things in perspective. I so appreciated this call! It came at a critical time.
By the way, between this and my last post, I guess you can tell that I don't care anymore if my honesty offends someone - especially not family members who 'stalk' me on these pages.