» My most treasured possession

My grandfather's watch.....
The watch, thankfully, was NEVER up someone's posterior for the duration of an extended conflict, but did manage to survive WW2 service. I never knew my granddad (on my father's side) as he passed away before I came into this world, however; the treasured red box with the broken Rolex, cracked face and tatty leather strap will stay with me forever.

My grandmother, who I also never really had the time to get to know before she passed away, kept the watch and placed a newspaper clipping of my birth in the same case. A highly treasured link to my past which I would never consider leaving behind. I can see the box on the shelf now, and am thinking of the absolutely horrid Sunday dinners she used to make me endure at the age of 4. Beautiful.

Here is to family lost to the passage of time, only kept living by memories and keepsakes.

Length? The tears have reached the jawline.....

*edit* I really can't construct proper sentences with decent grammar after a night out. Oh well ;)
(Fri 9th May 2008, 0:44, More)

» Crazy Relatives

Nana Lost
At one point, with myself, my sister and Mum homeless, we were offered a room at Nan's house for a while. This turned out to be the worst choice ever it seems. Nan was loopy in a very vindictive way, she seemed to crave power and control over all of us. Typical scenario involved her deliberately breaking or damaging some of her personal property then blaming it on either myself or my sister so that we could get beaten by her while Mum was at work......

Loopy, fucking loopy. Actually glad that she's dead to be honest - she managed to ruin mine and my sister's pre-teen years with violence......Mum never knew, and still doesn't....
(Wed 11th Jul 2007, 23:15, More)