My brother died

I have briefly written about my brother, Nick , who took his own life in 2000. On July 30th my brother Chris died in a motor cycle accident ( some might say some stupid fucker in a car pulled out onto the main road Chris was driving along and provided a immovable object for Chris to drive his motorbike into)

I only wrote one thing about Nick – apart from all the replies I never posted – except I just posted all of them a fit of FUCK IT WHY AM I HOLDING IT ALL IN.

People you love dying is shit because you get to think about how you could have so easily been a better sister. Just seeing them a bit more often , and giving a shit. All that family history, you know them BETTERthan anyone else. You could have made a difference.

So now I can sit here and think about my brothers, Nick (30 when he died) and Chris (50 when he died) and consider. It doesn’t take much to make a phone call. Make extra for Sunday lunch. Make an extra effort to pass by, drop in. GIVEASHIT about them. Too late now though. I’m torn between feeling SHIT about being a crap sister and feeling bad for them because they died and it didn’t have to be that way.

I have one sibling left. My brother Mark. He was the oldest and I was the youngest which still stands I suppose. He is a very talented musician. I haven’t been to his last two gigs but you can hold me to this. I’ll be going to every one going forward because GIVEASHIT about the people you love.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.