I am still feeling the death of my brother, who died in October 2018. My feelings are very mixed and confused. As an adult he was a very lazy and self opinionated man. Never worked a day in his life; he spent everyday in the pub, drinking and smoking until it finally killed him. He lived off the dole and his girlfriend; whom he married at his death bed as a thank you for 30 years of looking after him. The feeling of disgust came to mind that he treated her so badly but it was her wish to be finally recognised as a married woman. The funeral was a pantomime with the vicar, drinking a toast to him and his friends throwing cans of lager in the grave. In all it was appalling to his family, who were all hard working and good citizens but this was his dying wish.
Since that day happier memories came flooding back. As a child, my brother was a free spirit. He was ambitious, of course, naughty liked to shock and rock the norm. On the plus side he was gentle kind and a happy boy. That's when the tears came. How can someone change so much?
Scottish political mess. Is Devolution working?