Death :/

My brother died in a motorcycle, I wont go into details, because there isnt much to say, it was an accident, my brother was high, his friend was drunk. His friend was driving, but Nui died. The truck wasnt to blame.

Made me think - Wow, my brother has always been here for me, Nui was the one who held my hand, the one who kept me safe, and helped me. He's dead. It doesnt feel like it, but he's gone forever.

I cried, secretly. I didn't want my parents to think I cared. Especially not my father - He strongly disliked Nui.
Moi didnt seem too bothered by it..

I think the death that has most affected me in my life is my Granny,
I never knew her, I just inherited her name - Mary Leslie.
And yet I always felt I loved her. She was dying when I was born, so i was given her name, to make her happy.
And I'll be damned if I don't make her proud.
My Dad loved her I know, he never talks about love, but I know. When I was little and played with his marroon quilt pen, he would say 'Careful Mary, that was the last thing my mother gave to me before she died'
He told me stories about her.

When I was little, Mary. I had beautiful fine blonde hair, and we were very poor. A rich couple came up to my mother and asked if they could buy me, she refused. When they left, I said 'Why didn't you let them take me!?'  And she cuffed me round the ear.

He smiled, and his eyes were bluer than I'd seen before.

My mother grew up in the late victorian age. She worked for a rich family washing the dishes, and one day she dropped a dish and it broke. They fired her with no pay for the last season, and told her to be out before they came home from a dinner party.
When they came back, they found every plate and dish in the house smashed, and the best cutlery stolen.

He chuckled out loud at telling this.

When your half sisters were little, the twins had a play on at school. I couldn't see it because I had to be at work, so your Grandmother said she'd go and watch. I ordered a taxi to take her there and back, but after the play the taxi never arrived. So in her old age with arthritis, she started to walk home, a good mile away. Luckily some neighbours saw her and picked her up. When I got home she told me what happened, and I called the taxi company in ire. They said they hadn't picked her up because they had an airport run and didn't bother with local runs. I got no refund.
So the next day the manager came to work to find that some bastard had superglued the locks shut of all his saloon mercedes, and the lock to the office. He had to break the glass of the office door to open it, and apparently severed an artery. Then break every window of every car. He must have lost a lot of money that day, with no car to drive with.
What a lot of trouble for buying one tube of superglue.

You don't spite my family.