Those of you who are regulars will know that, last January,
I met my brother and his wife for a last lunch before they emigrated to Canada.
It was a deliberately unemotional lunch until we came to say goodbye; then both
of us had moist eyes.
Today, my brother and I met at the same restaurant. He is
over for a short time, and we agreed to meet for lunch. We both headed to
London and met at our chosen restaurant. It was lovely to see him and to get a
proper hug; somehow, FaceTime is not the same!
Lunch was wonderful: fun, entertaining, intimate. The
conversation ranged widely as we sorted out the world. I was surprised to find
how closely our politics matched. I was able to be absolutely honest about what
is happening in my job, an unusual luxury. I learned things from him that I did
not know about his life.
Saying goodbye was hard. He lives a long way away and I miss
him. But today demonstrated conclusively that distance does not, in the end,
make any difference. We are close and always will be.
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