This week’s prompt: “relative/relativity”.
‘Its all relative.’ I hear it all the time.
Usually in relation to some sort of disaster in my life or someone else’s.
Then again I do have relatives. Relos we refer to them as.
There are many spread across the country and overseas.
But in terms of connecting with this prompt and Bee’s ‘Love is in da blog’ prompt I thought it best to stick to relos.
Mine are a diverse lot.
Irish boat people you might say originally, making the long ocean voyage to land in a country from which it was highly likely they would never return. It must have been a decision based on desperation and adventure along with the hope of a better life down under.
And they did just that. My grandfather was four years old at the time, later he married and had eleven children. My dad was number eight, me number two, I later married had six kids all grown into wonderful adults.
We were always taught humility which is interesting in that we all strove to do the best we could in life. Its all relative they would say in considering where we came from and where we have arrived at.
My brothers and sister have all done well in their respective lives. We are very different from each other, even though some might say we look alike.
My relos are a diverse lot as is the case with large families. We had a lost great uncle who only re-emerged last year after a cousin found him in the police files. Turns out he was a vagrant and wandered the countryside in and out of gaol in various towns.
We have had professionals, policemen, businesswomen/men, religious nuns, teachers, labourers, tradesmen, office workers, film directors, artists, singers, dancers, nurses and doctors.
The interesting thing about all this is that when we get together we are not who we are as in occupation but rather, we are family.