The Letter A Day Meme: Day 4, A letter to my siblings.
Dear Ricky and Caitlin,
Ricky, I don't have many memories of you. First of all, you're a little over ten years older than I am. Second, we moved to the states when I was very young. Dad was too drunk and too stupid to run the family pub, so he left it to you. Also, it was your job take care of Caitlin after she was released from the Convent for Naughty Emo Brats up in Co. Kilkenny for flashing those misquote bites she called tits at The Edge during a parade for crippled children on Good Friday. I believe my last memory of you was that you were holding me down, trying to fart on my head after you had a giant bowl of mutton stew and a pint of Smithwicks. That was really fun for a four year old girl. Happy times. All of that aside, did you deserve to die the way you did? Probably not to that degree. But that's what you get for farting on a small child for entertainment. Karma, it's a giant, electric bitch.
Caitlin, our age difference was an issue for us as well. Granted, five years isn't that big of a deal now. But for a ten year old and a five year old, there isn't much reliability. I want to tell you, though I know you're not the emotionally detached wench now that you once were, I really appreciate you brining a copy of OK Magazine to my funeral service. Nothing warmed my heart more than to see my big sister playing a hand held game of Tetris at my graveside. And though it makes you furious when I come into the pub, casting the illusion that I am a drunken footballer from Liverpool, only so I can trash up the place and skip out on my ginormous bar tab, I still do think its the suck how Peter played you out. One day, I'll come and find you, and bring you home. But for now, I have a game Tetris to play.
Slainte to you both,
Rowan