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Six Relatives

‘can’t change your family but you are free to choose your friends’ Michael’s brother is demented and only remembers the distant past his parents are long dead they died in a car crash at illegitimate speed every now and then he visits their graves and leaves a Match Box car instead of flowers and lights a joint for Peace just to annoy them a bit illegal traffic is one of the burdens of modern society and transport luckily for him he fathered three children who don’t know what hit them when he is diagnosed with cancer but they promise to look after him a fortunate story of love and the transmission of generational kindness life’s hardships are relative and sometimes a concept of irrational thought now it stands him in good stead to have followed a path of emotions Michael has chosen his own relative friends at free will and he cherishes them all in equal proportions and knows how to relate the Liberty to decide when to give and when to receive undeterred by strict norms and unauthorized obligations a notion of Justice derived from virtues and a moral law from within along fairness equity rectitude without fail Honesty in all his endeavours as much as the very truth to be spoken when silence and falsification where easier unmistakeable Charity in the face of a self-righteous world requesting nothing in return because he is privileged by birth Communication in deeds and in words without anger or venom because once acted or spoken it is difficult to retract a position most of all he is only too well aware that Perspectives are contingent as well as embedded in context but that he can craft from his own Self he Reads Writes Feels Reasons and Stakes his claim at times Surrenders connects what seems to be relative but does not change on his last journey Michael’s brother does not suffer from the loss of engaging with his relatives his parents died a pain free death at the crossroad of the reaper’s stark scythe and his children will tell his story outlook and attitude to relatives and death he is a blessed man and he keeps a small vial of morphine for when time calls his compassionate wife who by law is not a relative will help with the plunger 02 November 2020

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