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My big sister died two years ago today. Here’s a little thread in her memory:
She was the wild child of our family.
She modelled herself on Blondie, being the same age.
She was a lover of music, sex, drugs and rock and roll but she was also a prude. Work that out.
She modelled herself on Blondie, being the same age.
She was a lover of music, sex, drugs and rock and roll but she was also a prude. Work that out.
She took me to my first gig - UB40 in Bradford around 1987. That opened my eyes. I was 14.
I lived with her for less than a year when I was 13 as my family moved. She taught me backgammon while listening to Talking Heads and drinking Merrydown cider on the carpet in front of the fire
She used to hide the dope she sold to her friends in my bedroom.
She once tried to give me drugs to hide in a pub when the police came in. Her friend stopped that.
She once tried to give me drugs to hide in a pub when the police came in. Her friend stopped that.
She was awful to my Dad and he didn’t deserve it. Because he left her mum. I have a different mum: my dads second wife. She hated my mum. But I loved my sister and she loved me.
She died of cancer. I took my parents to see her before she died and my dad, who had Alzheimer’s, told her “we’ll fix this together”. She told him peacefully “I’m done, Dad. It’s over. I’m going to die.”
She died a few weeks later, but not before she got married to the guy she’s been on-and-off with forever. They loved each other but never lived in each others pockets. He taught me how to play pool when I was in my teens.
At her funeral, she turned up in a coffin side car motorbike. We buried her. Her coffin was tiny.
She wasn’t tiny in life. She was a hurricane.
A year later my dad died. He never told her, but her behaviour towards him — after everything he’d done for her (long list) — broke his heart.
She made her peace with dad but not with me. I don’t forgive her, how she treated my father.
From wild child to privileged arsehole. He did everything for her that nobody knows because my dad didn’t broadcast it. So at her funeral my dad was shunned.
Why this thread?
From wild child to privileged arsehole. He did everything for her that nobody knows because my dad didn’t broadcast it. So at her funeral my dad was shunned.
Why this thread?
My dad kept helping her even tho she didn’t deserve it. He loved her until the end. He never stopped being a dad but got zero credit for it. He didn’t care about the credit. He did what was right.
