Growing up, I rarely got along with my older brother, David. David is two years older than me. Even though he was older, many thought I was the elder. This bothered my brother. His male ego went wild, especially when I grew taller than him. The physical aspect was where he was more superior, until my hieghth surpassed his. We had our fights, but we always made up and had our fun.
David was the typical older brother. He always watched out for me, even if it wasn't always wanted. He fought with me to "toughen" me up, because he knew one day he wouldn't be able to protect me. Even though David tried, he couldn't always protect me. He toughened me up physically, but I am still an emotional girl. He always told me I cared to much for other people. When hearing this, I thought that he was just being mean and insensitive. I realize now that he was still trying to protect me.
In the last few years, D and I became close. We had our incidents, but got over them. D was always there for me, I just didn't see it, or feel comfortable enough to talk to him about things. So things never got solved for me. But every time D had a troubled mind or girl problems, I was there. He called me his best friend, and I tried to be. I was there for him to talk to, even if I never talked about my problems.
David is now stationed at Fort Linerwood, Missouri for basic training. He left August 11, 2009, a day earlier than expected. When he left, he appointed my cousin Shawn as a stand in big brother while he is gone. That day will forever be in my mind. No matter how old I get, I'll always be David's little sister, but that's alright with me.
I know my brother is thinking of me, like I am thinking of him. I miss him and wish him the best of luck. I know he wasn't the most popular person, being the guy he was, but no matter what people thought of D, they respected him. Even if he wasn't liked by some, he is a hero to me.
