This year I reflected much more than normal on my brother’s birthday, mostly likely because I lost Buster, my family pet.

Kirk and I grew up on a huge ranch, and we were very close. We did everything together from chores, to hunting, fishing. Where there was one there was the other.

As we get older, I start to wonder things like which of us will have to bury the other. What a sad day that will be for one of us.

I don’t see my brother much, and I think about how I see other people so much more often, but my bond to my brother remains deep.

The same is true of childhood friends. Why are those relationships so much more permanent to a degree? It’s like time stands still for some, but for others it’s fleeting.

It really makes you consider how big God is. How he can make our minds consider things in such perspective.

There is so much about our lives that we should discuss, but we are too busy.

I’m watching a show where two brothers die in a plane crash, and the family deals with the aftermath. One brother, played by Kurt Russell wrote down his thoughts. He lived in NYC, but visited Montana to flyfish with his brother, and tragically dies.

But his family is now living his experience which through their visit and his journal added to their memories…

Shows like that remind me of my love of God, life, family, self, friends, adventure, and so on. But they are also reminders of why I fight so hard for freedom…

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Reflections on the Lives of Conservatives - Weekend Recap 04-05-26