I sent some photos to my brother out of the blue. Our only usual contact is a christmas card once a year. We never see each other or speak on the phone... we never fell out. Just never really got on in the first place. He was about 15 I think when I was born, and joined the Army at a very young age and lived abroad a lot of his life. After leaving the service he took jobs on oil rigs, and in the meantime I grew up - and we just didn't know each other that well, and never became close. Carl and he worked together for a while and they were friends then, but me and him never saw eye to eye, and it's been no loss to either of us, as far as I know.
But last week I sent him some photos of our Mother. I know he has none, and I all too few. Maybe I should have sent them years ago... but for whatever reason a couple of weeks ago I decided to do some pics for the family - some for my girls who loved their nannie to pieces and who have none, and I thought I'd do him some too. It's thanks to anam I have anything to send actually, becuase she fixed up a badly tattered one out of the kindness of her heart - I'd never have had the cash to get this done in a shop.
So I sent - one of those and another one too, with a small note and some explanation of the pics.
I didn't expect a gushing reply and mega thanks... but I guess i must have hoped for some sort of acknowledgement as I am now feeling bewildered and sad because I haven't heard a word. Just a simple thanks on a post it would have been nice... you know?
Maybe he's not well, maybe away.... maybe they're lost in the post... guess i'll never know, but I hate the thought that pic's of my little Ma are out there somewhere lost and alone.
I kind of wish I hadn't bothered now.