My brother

My brother raised me. When my father died my mom could not take care of all the kids and he was newly married and took me and my younger brother in. I was 12 when I moved to Oregon and left when I finished college from his house.
He was in his late 20's when he took on the role of father for me. He recently moved to Puerto Rico to retire from Oregon. I miss him so much and we talk on the phone more now than when he was closer. His bad jokes and endless laughter carries you through on bad days and makes for sweet memories on great days. He bought every car I owned until I got married. Never complained each time I wrecked the cars...just replaced it with another. I learned a lot about parenting from him. He never raised his voice or a hand to me. If I did something wrong the look of disappointment on his face was enough to never do anything bad. Brother/father figure, he holds a special place in my heart.