30 Day Challenge: Day 4: About your family.

Okay, let’s see. My family at present is as follows:

  • Mum
  • Mum’s fiancée, Graham
  • Dad
  • Dad’s wife, Karen
  • Dad’s mum and dad – my Nanan and Grandad
  • My brother, Micahel
  • His long-term gf, Simone.
  • Karen’s daughter, Sam
  • Sam’s husband, Russ
  • Their son, Brendan
  • The “Wakefield lot” being the family sprouting from my mum’s sister, with whom I’m not very close.

Let’s start at the top, then. My mum is lovely, silly and emotional. I think I get a large part of my personality from her. It’s always easy to just turn up and spend an hour or two together without anything having changed.

With my dad, it hasn’t always been that easy. We’ve always been very different people, and I think that when I was younger he was disappointed by that. We’ve come to terms over the years, and I really feel like he’s there for me, and supports the choices I make  (even the stupid ones).

Graham I don’t like. I think he mooches off my mum and has no intentions of helping her pay the bills long-term. Nonetheless, mum loves him and he makes her happy. I try to respect that whenever he’s not undermining me personally.

Karen on the other hand is lovely. She’s gentle, strong and caring. She really feels like a member of my family who really cares about me, and I her. She’s a wonderful person I’m glad my dad found.

Sam and Russ are great and I have a lot of fun hanging out with them. Unfortunately, I haven’t had much chance to get to know Brendan, as I seem to fly in and he’s grown another foot. He may be looking into a career as the next Jolly Green Giant. Regardless, they’re very much a part of my extended family.

Mike and I get on fairly well. As previously mentioned, we’re pretty different, but we have fun chatting, drinking, talking about girls or playing Call of Duty together. I know it’s always been my mum’s fear that we wouldn’t be that close together in childhood, just like she and her sister grew apart (before growing back together later). I think with the choices I make it’s inevitable, but there’s no enmity there.

I had great fun hanging out with Dad, Russ, Mike and Russ’ friend whose name escapes me just before I came back. We had a laugh and some drinks and fell asleep on Nanan’s sofa as soon as I got home.

Now, my Nanan and Grandad. I spent a lot of years living with them and being raised by them – all because of some family politics I wasn’t old enough to understand. Nonetheless, on Nanan’s insistence, that’s where I live when I come home to England. Nanan is a typical matriarch. She takes a vicious pride in taking care of her family. She over-feeds me, buys the thinks I like and loves me unconditionally. My Grandad is funny, good at word-games and has lots of opinions he’s likes to repeat. He does what Nanan tells him to do because he’s not stupid.

Lately, I’ve been a little worried about my Nanan. Last year she was in a car accident. The car was rolled, and though she was only cut and bruised a little, her friend (the driver) was killed right in front of her. She spoke to one mo her closest friends in her dying moments. She’s lost some weight and is more fragile than I’ve ever seen her, so I’m trying to send her only good news and stay in touch as much as possible. It’s tough, but I’m sure she’ll straighten out. She’s getting stronger, she was glad to have me home and she’s a scary Northern mother. She’ll be fine.

I’d like to end on a picture of my dad and I from my visit to England in April last year.

Thanks for reading. Next post is coming soon.

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