My oldest, 82 years, and most beloved brother and I have talked every day, often more than once, for almost four months. After going decades, decades, with little to no contact. He said to me on the phone, our second call today, just now, "Thanks for calling this morning and checking on me. I think I'm over the grief and you have helped me immeasurably, immeasurably. I hope I'm not being a pain." "Stop. Just stop., I responded. "What you did for me in wanting me with you in the worst time of your life was a touch of the divine. I know I've helped you..." "You have, you have, immeasurably"..."But you have also made me feel good about myself. You wanted me. Not many people want me." and we laughed. "I'll call you tomorrow," he said and we hung up.