Relationships are so unfathomable. We're so forgiving of casual acquaintances, yet so intolerant with intimate relatives.
Life is too short for this attitude. Driving to New York last fall, I called my only brother, who lives or lived in Queens, only to discover through the impersonal nature of dialing bad numbers that his cell phone number now belongs to a stranger and his home phone number has been disconnected.
"No further information is available." Nice knowing you, Jack.
My three sons haven't communicated with me in over half a decade. At noon on Christmas day I'll be at the Lost Dog Cafe in Westover in Arlington, Virginia; let's all grab lunch together.