Wishing it was 1976 again.

Maybe not that particular year but back then I was a little guy - I still believed in Santa and the magic of Christmas. Reality has jumped up amd sunk it's teeth into my behind. Now, the magic is gone and I have to deal with estrangement and the pain my mom goes through today because two of her sons aren't speaking. I wish it was different. I've reached out but he just won't listen. And, Mom suffers the most. I feel sad about that. How I feel about my brother: 🫂 Merry Christmas, all.

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BrandNewMan · 61-69, M

Saw a couple such things in my broader family that were eventually resolved. Hope so for you and before too much more time is lost. Celebrate what you still can and don't give up trying.