My brother and I have had our fair share of fights over the years, like I imagine many sets of siblings have. I remember physical fights and getting hurt and hurting him back. But bruises healed and scratches scabbed over. It was the painful words we spit at each other that have driven a wedge between us. At least, for me, that's what it has been. I have always been angry at my brother for saying words to me that cut like an infomercial steak knife, but angrier for those times he chose not to say anything. Like when I was getting teased or when I moved away. I was always so frustrated that he chose those times to keep his mouth shut.
Like everything else in life, forgiveness is a choice. I don't need reasons to forgive or someone else's opinion on how to do it or tell me why it's the right thing to do. In my brother's case, I forgive simply because… I love him.