Brothers

My dad was born a triplet, though only two of the three survived infancy. From all accounts I've heard of their lives before I came along, they always shared a special bond, as twins often do. It's been deeply moving to watch that bond as Kay comes in to sit with Dad or check on him periodically. Their connection goes beyond brotherhood to something deeper, something more profound than I'll ever likely know. I'm so grateful Dad has had recourse to that source of strength as he's struggled to recover from what his body's been through in the last week.

How does this relate to the theme of this blog? My relationship with my father is elemental to my pieces, and finding peace with him is crucial to being all one peace.