Looking Through a Glass Onion

My brothers are on my mind a lot at the moment. Not surprisingly given current events. In about 12 hours they will be together for the first time in several years: just the three of them, no wives or children. It will be a special moment. The old gang.

I am 7 years younger than #3 brother - 12 years younger than #1 - and that age difference means I have always been a bit on the outside. Plus I am a girl, and a pesky one at that :-) I have my own - very comfortable - place in their lives, but it's not as part of that small tight-knit group of boys. That is why I am so glad they have one more chance to spend a little while together, just the three of them. I don't imagine many words will be said or shared. I envisage them just being. 

We were brought up on the Wirral in the 60s so the influence of The Beatles upon our childhoods was perhaps inevitable. We all eagerly awaited the release of each album through that decade: even this little sister who was swept up in the shared family excitement. 

#1 brother and I share a lifelong passion for the music. He gave me this 'glass onion' a few years ago as a reminder Never to Forget (as if I could). He sends me postcards and emails containing messages entirely compiled of fragmented song lyrics. He plays their music down the phone on birthdays. Edit: And I reciprocate! It's some of the glue in our relationship.


Sometimes the ties that bind us are very much stronger than we realise. And physical distance adds to that strength.