They are the ones you are lumbered with. Friends you can choose.

But the family, the blood, they are sticky, hanging on to you like the pine juice from a pine tree, sticky, familiar, and sometimes irritating.

Almost like that unwanted wet dream, sticky, familiar and so irritatingly embarrassing.

But when your family are close to you, and share in your dreamms and your life, what an absolute pleasure to spend some quality time with them, especially when you are buried in work and shit far away from home.

I had a wonderful evening.

My brother came to visit, from the other side of the world. Interrupted his journey for a stopover. The years fell away, and we spent the evening laughing at old jokes, reminiscing about the maid that couldn't read or write, our long hair and the ponytails, Miami Vice and Jan Hammer, Magnum, and the glorious days spent on court.

Life just seemed so much better for that moment in time. Tomorrow we say goodbye again, but tonight was magical.

Family is family. Blood is blood.

And then the phone call to top off a magical night.

Life, sometimes, at the lowest point, can surprise you with the magical upturn that is so so unexpected.

Life is for the living. Live it to it's fullest.

For we are not promised tomorrow.

Cheers

Times we so often take for granted..... until it's too late.....

Always treasure these moments however fleeting...memories last a lifetime :)

Live for this moment....always

Sweet dreams