I am done, I have finished this blog. I have honoured my brother. I think, I hope he’d be pleased. My brother is gone, our mother has Alzheimer’s, there is no one to confirm all my memories, but there is this – our love and lives on paper. I miss him, I miss receiving his letters. The world is odd without my peculiarly wonderful brother, … Continue reading I’m just gonna leave this here.
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post. Continue reading Protected: J’s last letter.
I have spent nearly three years now blogging my brother’s life, the time has come, I am at the end. It has both helped build a new kind of me and yet at the same time destroyed me all over again. I want to thank people who have helped and inspired me. I have doubted myself through this whole process. There is so much I … Continue reading A Final Thank You
S Journal Entry 25 January 2004 I remember being so surprised that Nana had had a job at one point. And I remember being so proud learning Nana Mc had worked for Myers Department Store for years. I remember her telling me once that Pop had come home from work and asked “How was your day?” she told me she said; “Jack, today I saw … Continue reading I saw a black dog.
From: J Sent: 19 December 2003 05:04 To: S Subject: I am going on holidays from today. …so no more spam from me for a bit. I won’t be back at work until 20 Jan. Well, I have to go and run all the way home with my pants on my head. Bali here I come. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! J —–Original Message —– From: J Sent: … Continue reading Pants on head time.
This is a short story J had published in The Melbourne Times Issue 23, Wednesday, June 18, 2003. He wrote it under the name Travis Parton – he explains why he used this pseudonym here. It’s a done deal By TRAVIS PARTON “DEAL again?” I click “no” and close the solitaire program. I cast my eye around the office in despair. My application for leave … Continue reading J gets published, sort of.
This is a short story written by J the header read: C:\Documents and Settings\jms\My Documents\That nice man.doc Last saved: 15/4/2003 8:33AM It’s Sunday and I’m in a cinema, watching Steve Martin’s latest japes and frolics in Bringing Down the House through my somewhat scratched and dirty glasses, I’m thinking This film is pretty damn average, when I hear a weird noise, like water splashing … Continue reading Some people bring down the house, others bring up their lunch.