Today, after a bit of a late-night facebook chat with one of my little brothers, I’m grateful that we can indeed still chat after being apart for so long.
There are 11 years between myself & by biggest little bro, he used to annoy me when I was being all angsty in my bedroom listening to Korn & I used to babysit him & my other two siblings what seemed like all the time.
I think the fact that there is such a large age gap between us makes for a good sibling relationship – we’ve never fought about anything – a teenager fighting with a four year old wouldn’t have been a good look – and we’ve just always got along, despite seeming to come from different planets; he’s a tall popular football star & I was… well… Daria. Since I moved out of home at 16 though, then to a different town, then to a town further away, then further, then further, then even further… we don’t get to hang out very often.
I’m grateful that he fell into his role as an Uncle so easily (so did my other little bro, in case he’s reading this; you know I luff ya, now be CAREFUL ON THAT BLOODY MOTORBIKE!) – Punk adored him almost instantly last time he was down, I just hope that we get to see more of him in the future than we have in the last few years.
Miss ya Boof. xx