A decade of change.
Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net
When I was a kid, living or staying in Coventry, I spent a lot of time with my cousins Rich and Dave. They’re like my brothers, I wrote this poem about them about a year ago, after I went paint-balling with the two of them. The four of us don’t actually get together very often. Three of the four, yes, but me and my sister live in Wales, on the West coast of Britain, Dave lives in the Midlands, Rich lives near Norwich on the East coast of Britain. Bit of a distance between us all.
So I had my camera with me on Wednesday (I don’t normally take a camera to funerals, but I slept in and pretty much grabbed everything I could and left the flat), and took a picture of the four of us together again.
So I offer you a decade of change.
Rich, Sian, me, Dave
In this photo I’m 17. Or 16. Close about. We went camping near where both my cousins were living at the time (near Norwich). Rich and Dave are in their twenties, me and my sister are still at school.
Sian, Me, Dave, Rich
Ten/eleven years later and well, we’re a bit taller, but just as immature if you could hear us at the ‘kids table’ on Wednesday. Sian is pregnant with her second child, my nephew Taylor is seven, and she was working but the pregnancy made her too ill to keep working at the sandwich shop. I’m certifiably crazy (i.e I have a diagnosis), and therefore the craziest of the four (though I deny this). Dave has a little girl called Paige, and works at CostCo, Rich has two little girls, who are sooooo cute and very, very blonde, called Chloe and Bailey and is a qualified sparky. He’s finally getting married to his girlfriend of ten years this month.
We don’t actually look much different. Rich as finally put on enough weight to fit into his face, my hair is exactly the same. In ten years nothing has changed in how we feel about each other. We’re the generation of the family that will stick together, unlike our fathers, who don’t talk at all. And hopefully, our kids (or, their kids) won’t be so nuts.
When I was a kid, living or staying in Coventry, I spent a lot of time with my cousins Rich and Dave. They’re like my brothers, I wrote this poem about them about a year ago, after I went paint-balling with the two of them. The four of us don’t actually get together very often. Three of the four, yes, but me and my sister live in Wales, on the West coast of Britain, Dave lives in the Midlands, Rich lives near Norwich on the East coast of Britain. Bit of a distance between us all.
So I had my camera with me on Wednesday (I don’t normally take a camera to funerals, but I slept in and pretty much grabbed everything I could and left the flat), and took a picture of the four of us together again.
So I offer you a decade of change.
Rich, Sian, me, Dave
In this photo I’m 17. Or 16. Close about. We went camping near where both my cousins were living at the time (near Norwich). Rich and Dave are in their twenties, me and my sister are still at school.
Sian, Me, Dave, Rich
Ten/eleven years later and well, we’re a bit taller, but just as immature if you could hear us at the ‘kids table’ on Wednesday. Sian is pregnant with her second child, my nephew Taylor is seven, and she was working but the pregnancy made her too ill to keep working at the sandwich shop. I’m certifiably crazy (i.e I have a diagnosis), and therefore the craziest of the four (though I deny this). Dave has a little girl called Paige, and works at CostCo, Rich has two little girls, who are sooooo cute and very, very blonde, called Chloe and Bailey and is a qualified sparky. He’s finally getting married to his girlfriend of ten years this month.
We don’t actually look much different. Rich as finally put on enough weight to fit into his face, my hair is exactly the same. In ten years nothing has changed in how we feel about each other. We’re the generation of the family that will stick together, unlike our fathers, who don’t talk at all. And hopefully, our kids (or, their kids) won’t be so nuts.