My missing brother has contacted my mother. After probably 8 years of not knowing how to get a hold of him, and asking people if they've seen or spoken to him, he called my mother. After a round of phone tag, she spoke with him, and found out that he's doing okay. He's on his way to getting certified as a boilermaker, he's still working, and he's got a roof over his head, which is a relief. One time, after a much shorter disappearance years ago, he contacted me and told me about how he had a rough period, so I was worried that he would have had another bad period.
I've thought about this brother many times over the years, particularly at birthdays, holidays, and significant events. When I got married, I couldn't invite him because we didn't know where he was. When I was applying for my security clearance, I provided the best information I could about his whereabouts, but it was very little, and I had to provide a note about the situation. So many times I wondered if he cared what happened to us.
About a year ago, my ex-sister-in-law ran into the errant brother, and gave him my mother's cellphone number. He found the piece of paper recently, and called.
Welcome back, big brother...
...Wish you were here.
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