My brother and me

Duncan and I used to fight, a lot. It was mostly my fault, undergoing the rigors of adolescence and taking it out on him. Yet — in spite of the fisticuffs and thrown objects and attempted fratricides — something shifted in high school.

L-R: Elliott (16); William (12); McLean (18)

Duncan and I became close friends. It’s that way to this day, and I’m grateful for his sharp mind, sense of humor, and outstanding counsel.

What I wish for my sons is that they’ll stick together, always look out for each other. I see promising signs that this will happen, and nothing makes this father more pleased.

In spite of Lauren and my preaching the Gospel of Brothers are Brothers for Life, nothing shows them what such a lifetime friendship can mean more than watching Duncan and me as we continue to grow closer with time.

About Malcolm W Campbell

Father. Husband. Writer. Teacher. Outdoorsperson. And something else... Forgetful?
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