I believe it was my brother's birthday today.
His bio-dad was my mum's first husband, and then my dad officially adopted him aged around 3.
My brother used to be 8 years older than me.
But after he overdosed on heroin (in his dealer's bathroom) in 1985, I am subsequently now 15 years older than he ever was.
I guess that generally the topic of "crime" is something I associate strongly with my brother.
Stocking masked robberies and vehicle thefts etc.
He was in and out of borstals and prisons much of when I was growing up, sometimes he was an escaped prisoner on the run , I remember, or he was often in hospitals.
However, criminality is a prominant narrative woven throughout my family, it wasn't just my brother, the list also includes my mum, my mum's sister-in-law, my uncle, my cousins, my cousins kids, etc etc.
....oh and me of course.
So I was planning to write a bigger post about criminality in my family. But I haven't finished writing it yet, and I'm tired this evening, so it'll wait until my mum's birthday in a few days time.
But then that is also especially appropriate, because the remaining little bit of swag from my mum's last robbery (bless her) manifested an interesting rift in the remaining family after she died......
1st Anniversary ...