The Englishs

Ive wanted to write a story about my mums family for a while. Theres so much to be done. A perfect example of Irish catholic, there are thirteen kids. Her mother died when my mum was 9. A tragic death as well. Alcoholism and other issues galore. People leaving and coming back, being thrown out and saving their expellers later. Nuns, poets, musicians, mad men, army men, and three homosexuals. The house (that ilive in) burnt down and they rebuilt it. The only thing remaining was the chimney a priest built in the late 1800s out of stones from around the world. The ocean and right down the street, down a bluff, down the stairs they built. The neighbors always have been the same. Their last name is English for goodness sake. And my mums father, some what of a tirentical (god i cant spell that) figure, was deemed "Bumpa" The eldest is a giant (6'5) with a laugh that shakes the house. The youngest, my mum, a meek creature who rebelled, secretly, and payed for it by having me. Poverty was a constant. And most everyone in the family fears money. Theres a story for every generation, and they all can interweave with each other. Each sybling wout have their motif, or two. Mum would definitely have angels some how. She loves angels.

But i probably wont ever write it. Like ive mentioned here before and to some people in life, Im not a strong enough writer for long form narrative. I can do the story justice. And it makes me so sad because i see it perfectly. Maybe ill begin working on it.. maybe.

Anyway, Im pretty sure I know how to end the book.
The day before Bumpa (lester is his real name) died my Mum sat with him. They watched all my children together, something that her mother got her and all the other kids into. Bumpa never cared for it, but lying, sick on his chair in his old age, he found himself watching it with his youngest daughter. The one he was most distant from and had made the most resentful of him. There was no conversation. They just sat, and watched. When it was over my mum got up to leave. Walking out the front door, which is in the tv room, she turned to Bumpa, his eyes were already closed.
"Bye. I love you dad"
"Yes dear"