It happened some time ago

I tried to explain to someone I had met 10 minutes ago, when and why I lost my brother and felt shame. It was a logical story with a beginning and an end. It started out with a friendly fight that turned into physical pain of which I did not know where that came from. I read it like a message and have kept my distance ever since, until now. The ship is set in motion. I need another pair of hands.

How is your life?

Where are you, René?

I am touching base.