I know it’s been almost six months since we’ve last hung out. We are growing into powerful men searching for the place that God has for us. We held each other up when things were at their toughest and what started off as chance built one of my strongest friendships. You are no longer just a friend, you are my brother.
The older I get, the more I start to fill out my Dad’s shoes. I look in the mirror and see him daily. I speak and I hear his voice. I’ve come to a place of peace about most things but I struggle with becoming him when I look at the bottle.
For years I never had male friends. I went through my adolescence with only one male friend and everything else revolved around my girlfriend at the time. I didn’t know the importance of a brother, someone who you connect with for no other reason but for their existence.