I'm So Sorry

I have to put this story on hold for a few days.

Johnny just got a call telling him his oldest brother died. He was a magic man, Alan was. Served in the merchant marine, supporting the family for years after their father passed away, and later had the most beautiful home and family of his own in Chester, England (they fed the slugs in the back garden so the hedgehogs would have a reason to stick around). He lived longer than could ever possibly have been expected to, with a particularly nasty degenerative disease, and right now he's probably up there somewhere beating the bollocks out of his Da for leaving Josie all alone to raise the children like he did.

Johnny's heading over there tomorrow (Sunday, the 22nd), and I'll pick up bitching about him here again whenever it feels right.