Thursday 4 Sep. 1997 Dear S, Now this is just a quick letter to accompany your prezzies. Happy Birthday for the 8th, chick. I hope you like my presents. I decided to go for a different feel this year, I hope you like it. If you don’t, just pretend, OK? I’ve decided this year to go for a theme. Nostalgic Kitsch. Lets start with the animal … Continue reading I wonder if Sea Monkeys can scream.
Brady and I arrived in Australia on 6 Dec 1995, we stayed with Mum and then at J’s for a few nights. J was so proud of his little house and I was so proud of him. He dragged me around the City showing me where he worked and his daily haunts. We did a lot of shopping. We spent hours talking about the … Continue reading ‘Til next time little brother.
Found amongst my brother’s paperwork – he kept his first Christmas card from his niece. Brady and her Uncle J (in his favourite Black Hawaiian Shirt) – Brady’s first Christmas, Australia 1995 I chuckle when I look at this picture imaging Brady saying ‘So it’s a deal Uncle J, you being a vegetarian and all that, I can have your share of the turkey … Continue reading Merry Christmas Uncle J – 1995
Today is your anniversary. It’s 4383 days since you left. I will play this song over and over today oh so loudly. Your favourite band. I will dance wildly. I will cry and I will laugh, I will remember and I will love you even more. Oh how I miss you sweet man. Come back, come back Don’t walk away Come back, … Continue reading An Aside from S
J’s Diary Entry Thursday, 25 May 1995 I really must call Mum and S. I don’t know why I am so reluctant to call. Well, I do really, she’s been away so long now and she hardly ever writes. I don’t really know her anymore. And I worry that her having a child is only going to worsen the problem, make her more alien. God. My … Continue reading My sister is an alien.
There aren’t many pictures of J and I as small children. Many house moves, vindictive destruction of photo albums by divorcing parents have meant many are lost forever but I’ve found a few amongst my brothers belongings, they’re grainy and they’re old and they mean the world to me. They cared about us once, enough to take a photo. S Continue reading S & J 1973 – They cared about us once, enough to take a photo.
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