2 Brothers and 1 sister

In late October, my two brothers and I met for a family reunion. The last time we three spent time exclusively together was 17 years ago when my father died. Late January 2011 our mom, the dynastic matrilineal benevolent dictatress, kicked the bucket, crossed over, or died (whichever you prefer to call it). We decided it was time to see what the family configuration looked like without the queen of f!?#ing everything running the show.
We are notnot close, but at the same time we are different species of humans.
Whether it is the male/female thing, or the fact that both of my brothers are more analytic and I am emotive, or it is that they are introverts and I am an extrovert, whatever the reason, we speak different languages.
My eldest brother is a voracious reader and writer, and although officially retired continues working as a consultant in the computer industry. My middle brother is a doctor, also “retired” yet continues to assist in surgery and subs for docs who need vacations.
And then there is me, the youngest, the former flower child, and current drum, percussion and rhythm teacher, who is certainly is not done teaching or working!

We picked a spot to meet in AZ that entailed a fair amount of driving to get from one spot to another. And that turned out to be a brilliant choice.

As we sat in the car together driving from Pinetop to the Petrified forest, from Winslow, AZ, to the Grand Canyon, we remembered our childhood, telling stories about our parents, our relatives, and recounting bits of history in the family Wolf.
We shared.
Lots of driving and lots of stories. One brother drove and the other chronicled the stories in his laptop (which will eventually become a movie- starring Silent Bob and Ethel Merman, as our parents with John Malkovich and Allen Arkin and Julie Kavner as us kids.)

Some stories were hysterically funny, and some gave me a stomach ache.
But all in all, it was an amazing time, to spend some days with each other, and the new tribe that we are.

We figure that in another few years we will be up for another close encounter of the third kind.
Until then, I can say this: I love my brothers. It was great to be together as adults, each a tribal leader of our own clan, connected to a single root: Judith and Milton Wolf.


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