A Thank You to My Brother


Rene Maier, Staff Writer

First of all, thank you.

Thank you for being there for me since we were little; even though we didn’t become inseparable until about last year, I don’t know what I would do without you.

You’re the one who has always been there for me; you are one of my biggest supporters, the one person that listens to me when I talk without giving advice when I don’t want it. The one memory of you supporting me that is stuck in my head is from my first dance recital, when you were the one that first hugged me when I got off stage and gave me a stuffed animal that I had been wanting. I owe you one for being my biggest supporter.

You have always supported my dreams and, being a very curious and adventurous child, I really needed that. I remember when I was about seven or eight and you were about ten you found out that Santa wasn’t real. In spite of that, you did everything in your power to convince me that he was. Whenever I would ask you if he was real or not, you acted appalled that I even asked that question and had such an over dramatic facial expression that it gave it away. I don’t blame you. I used to laugh because you would try and convince me for hours that he was and I would sit there just taking everything in because it was coming from my big brother. Thank you for keeping my dreams alive, and pushing me to believe.

I also wanted to thank you for being there for me through high school, making sure I was okay whenever you saw me in the hall and including me while hanging out with your friends. I always bragged my freshman year about how I was hanging out with the juniors and how I know a lot about all of them. Also, let’s not forget about how all of my friends thought (and still think) that you were extremely attractive; we always just laugh at that because I see you each day right after you wake up in the morning, and we know that they would probably not think that if they saw you too. Thank you for creating lasting band memories with me from our two years at band camp together, celebrating my birthday at camp in the cafeteria and leading the band in singing happy birthday. Oh, and let’s not forget stressing about our halftime shows and getting weird sock and hat tan lines.  

Thank you for being there when I needed you the most, and calling me every once in awhile just to see how I’m doing when you are away at school. Thank you for letting me come stay in your dorm for a weekend when I needed to get out of Forest Hills. Thank you for supporting me even when I make stupid decisions and for helping me when I get caught in tricky situations. Thank you for being my brother.