Blood is thicker than water.
My family, well, I love them and couldn’t wish for nicer people to have raised me, taught me, mentored me, fought with me, argued with me, loved me, hit me, cuddled me, whispered secrets to me or shouted at me whilst smacking my arse (as a kid – not now, that would be a but wierd and wrong!)
I decided I wanted to be a better son, but like Penelope Doll’s entry says, I realised I could be a better brother, nephew, uncle and cousin.
I hardly ever see my brother who lives in London and I am missing out on seeing my niece growing up. She is very young and probably doesn’t know who I am. I dislike the fact his wife dragged him down there to live, and her family are more familiar to my niece than we are. I know this hurts my mum and dad aswell.
But we spoke yesterday on the phone and he invited me down soon. I should make an effort and go see them.
My mum and dad, well, I don’t know where they get the patience with us! My mum is good at talking but my dad, not so good. we don’t really do much together. I wish we did more! I’m going to try.
People say I am like my mum, whilst my brothers are on my dad’s side. I want to be best mates with my mum, but some weeks we are, then fall out, and then don’t speak. That’s the subborness she gave me I guess!
The rest of family, well, my other brother, me and him are sound, but the others (cousins/aunts/uncles)
they pretty much all live in Ireland so I can only see them on holidays or family events.
But I can call and text and email more!
All in all, I’m going to try to be better!
Today:
I went to visit the grave of my cousin who sadly passed away in April. He was 37. He was an inspiration, not only to me, but to everyone who met him.
I text a cousin in Nottingham to se how he was.
I spent the evening at my uncle’s who lives alone. We enjoy each others company and he is perhaps one of the funniest men I know.