I have been looking for Tahoe vacation rentals for my older brother Frédéric, and consequently, he is foremost in my mind. He lives in Paris, France and has become one of the world’s best orthopedic surgeons. That alone should make me extremely proud of him and make it a simple and easy matter to post a mention of his accomplishments here; but what compels me to do so is far more universal.
Even though, my brother and I are very different, we share some very fundamental characteristics, a unique fruit cocktail of my mother and father’s traits, which and with time, has made us both who we are, but first and foremost, we are brothers. I was reminded of this, in a nice way, by reading Stefan Rohner’s latest blog entry.
My big brother has taught me much but I have always known that he has always loved me more then any other play mate. When we were just little kids he would cry inconsolably for me, if I got hurt and was in pain, and this I knew showed, that despite our relative differences, he loved his little brother, “L’ olivier”.
Brotherhood is an extraordinary bond, and if you are going to have kids, at the very least, give them someone to play with. Today, I was certainly happy and grateful to be once again reminded.
Frédéric, if you ever need it, you can have either one of my kidneys……and whatever else you ever need from me.
From Left to right, excluding newly married couple: My mother in her early thirties, my brother Frédéric, unknown relative, and yours truly, approximately 4 years of age (my son Raphael and I at this age looked so much like each other, as it to be genetically freaky).
Oliver, you make me sentimental! I have to breath fresh air…! my childhood comes up in front of me, like a film… my brothers and me.
and what a wonderful photograph to illustrate. thank you, best Stefan
stefan- As I get older I tend to get all teary eyed melancholic, and shit. I was practically in tears when I wrote this, ……geeez……