My brother and I were 20 years apart. He was in the military, stationed overseas, when I was born and didn’t come home until I was 4 years old. He had his own apartment and came over for dinner on the weekends. I was a confused kid for the first couple of months. Who’s this guy eating with us every weekend? My brother? What?

We didn’t have any sort of relationship until I was in my 30s. I was shy and introverted child and he didn’t make much of an effort to interact with me. We eventually bonded over chats about raising children (his children are about 20 years older than mine) and investing.

Unfortunately, he passed away a few years ago. RIP, bro. It took awhile, but we got to be good friends in the end.