To Isaac, my younger brother
Life with you has been one hell of a roller-coaster ride, filled with unforgettable times. I am so proud to call you my brother.
From the moment mom told me you were coming into our lives, I knew I wanted to be best friends with you and we were going to be best friends for life.
I had never had a sibling before you and I knew that I wanted to be the best brother I could possibly be.
No matter what, I wanted to teach you so many cool things. I wanted to play so many games with you, plays sports, and take you everywhere with me.
Early on it seemed as though it would be easy, but eventually you became different and it was hard.
Playing games with you was not really an option or something that you could understand. All of my dreams and hopes for having a brother I thought were shattered.
There you were at the age of three, not talking and not being able to listen as others could. You were diagnosed with Autism and I did not really know what that meant at the time, but I was told life with you would be different.
As years passed the more you became different to others, you were the same to me.
I didn’t see you different. You were just my brother. You were most loving, more honest–for better or worse, and caring. I loved you the same and still tried to teach you things as trying to be the best brother I could be.
I helped you shave and change and now you can do those things on your own. I’m scared one day you’re not going to need me to care for you, but I always will and I’ll always protect you.
I taught you things like to “high five” people or give them fist-bumps. I had taken pride in teaching you these things because people believed it wasn’t easy for you to learn anything. It amazes me how you beat my high score on games like Temple Run.
I taught you how to show love to people whether that was a hug or a kiss on the cheek. In my eyes, I was just doing things that a brother should do.
Now you hug people too much and kiss everyone in our family when they need love. I’m so happy I got to see you attend your first prom.
There have been plenty of moments that were hard with you. I remember all the tantrums you through in malls where people would stare at you because they just didn’t understand. The only way you could communicate was by hitting or biting or crying. I am so glad that those days are over and I’m sure Mom is too. You got better with age and learned to control your behavior.
I love having conversations with you now, it’s the favorite part of my day. I get to talk you about things with you and little my inner child out without feeling silly. You tell me about Spider-Man or Scooby-Doo, and make me watch Steve Irwin. I could do it all day.
I have yearned for so long to be able to talk to you and ever since you were little and I was the only one you would talk too. I now understand why you only spoke to me and why you have taken to liking so many of the same things I liked as a kid or still do now. I was your brother and you looked up to me.
Now I look up to you. You are happy always and you never see the bad in anyone or anything. You treat everyone with so much welcoming love.
I hope that someday you can read this letter and understand what the words mean. You are my brother and my best friend and you always will be.
I hope that you can find love someday and a truly normal live life. But who is to say what’s normal anyway.
Perhaps, these are just selfish things for me to bring up. Maybe these are just experiences I want you to have the pleasure of enjoying because I get to experience them and want you to do everything I can do.
I always want to see my best friend grow and continue to “beat the odds”.
Life with you has shown me that you always “beat the odds.” With time you always prove me wrong and show me there is nothing you can’t do.
Keep smiling and lot’s of love,