“Y’ello?… Hello?… What?… Mate, I can’t hear you… Can you speak up?… Look, you’re just gonna have to leave me a message.”
This is how many of my conversations with my brother go. I call his phone, he ‘answers’, I wait, knowing what’s coming next (or occasionally still getting sucked into the I-can’t-hear-you LOUDER thing), and then the phone beeps.
And I remember he’s a cheeky sod with an even cheekier voicemail message.
In many ways, my brother and I are as different as it’s possible for two people to be. And in many ways – the most important ways – we are so similar that there’s no denying that we are blood relations.
|An oldie but a goodie – a shot with my mum and brother from 2010.
(And Ashleigh has sneaked into this pic too – 22 weeks along.)
We are incredibly close. We don’t talk often – once a fortnight, if that – but that’s not my definition of close. Close means I can tell him anything. Close means I can talk to him for hours on end without realising that hours, not minutes, have passed. Close means I can sit in silence with him for hours on end without realising that hours, not minutes, have passed.
Close means I can say one word to evoke a shared memory, and he can nod his understanding, and a whole conversation has been carried out.
Close means that, while I don’t know what he’s doing right this moment, I’m sure he’d drop it in a second if I needed him.
I called my brother earlier this week to check if he was okay with me writing a blog post about him. “Yeah, that’s cool. Just don’t use my name. Or say anything embarrassing.”
He then proceeded to tell me that he was going to change his voicemail message. Because recently, when he lost his phone, he called it. He was worried it had been stolen from his car, and was mortified when someone answered.
Hello? Who is this? Who’s got my phone?
You cheeky little shit! I want my phone back!
You heard me! I want my phone back!
Mate, I can’t hear you.
I’m not your mate, I’m… hang on…
Can you speak up?
Look, you’re just gonna have to leave me a message.
How do conversations with your sibling(s) typically go?
Linking with the delightful Josefa at Always Josefa for Conversations over Coffee (or in my case, a hot chocolate).