Funeral in Berlin
I have mixed feelings but I am sad today as I think the middle one of us three brothers has just died. Nigel was the complete opposite of me and not only like our parents did we fight like cats and dogs he had a lifelong chip on his shoulder because I was spoilt and he was the one who got picked on and and always got nothing. True they paid for my Swiss Education, helped me buy my first house and start a little business but they continued to pay for him to live in Berlin long after he left University in Berlin. The biggest disagreement we had was over Jojo as he just couldn't accept it and nor could he take a measured rational adult approach saying I needed to go and see a doctor and when I had cancer he jumped on it and said it was a punishment, a warning and all my fault. Not surprisingly we didn't see one another again once I had become Jojo full-time as he would never take no for an answer which was a pity in a way but to put it nicely his overlong stays at my house were a mixed blessing. For all I know he might still be alive but I got one of those BT mobile to text calls the other evening and thinking it was just junk didn't press 'One' to read it, but then it started me thinking. So last night I tried to ring him in Berlin but there was no answer and I'm sure he would have been home as it was almost midnight and also there is a bus and tube strike on so no travel. As for his funeral I don't think I would want to go and besides would he want a 'tranny brother' there. So no it would be very poorly attended and in german of course and as he hasn't made a will or mentioned me in it I would not have access to his pad as he called it, to say goodbye to his little world and perhaps mention return all the little things he pinched like photographs and CD's mainly out of spite and denying it took back with him. At times he was 'the brother from hell' but strangely enough I still love him. A lot of his problems were of his own doing but autism never mind Asperger's syndrome wasn't even recognised when we grew up in the Fifties so he was always the difficult moody middle devious one. His gift in life was his art as not only did he quailfy as an architect, from a small boy he did amazing highly detailed views of cities from the sky even without knowing what was actually there and this one thing he was brilliant at became his obsession and persona. I looked up Berlin artists last night on Google and they showed masses of zany pictures by trendy daubers and the like but there was nothing about the craftsman Nigel Leach who was definately a genius in his own right and that like his solitery life is so sad. If you have gone to leave me me in peace, rest in peace, all is forgiven on both sides I now feel. Goodbye.
Funeral in Berlin
I have mixed feelings but I am sad today as I think the middle one of us three brothers has just died. Nigel was the complete opposite of me and not only like our parents did we fight like cats and dogs he had a lifelong chip on his shoulder because I was spoilt and he was the one who got picked on and and always got nothing. True they paid for my Swiss Education, helped me buy my first house and start a little business but they continued to pay for him to live in Berlin long after he left University in Berlin. The biggest disagreement we had was over Jojo as he just couldn't accept it and nor could he take a measured rational adult approach saying I needed to go and see a doctor and when I had cancer he jumped on it and said it was a punishment, a warning and all my fault. Not surprisingly we didn't see one another again once I had become Jojo full-time as he would never take no for an answer which was a pity in a way but to put it nicely his overlong stays at my house were a mixed blessing. For all I know he might still be alive but I got one of those BT mobile to text calls the other evening and thinking it was just junk didn't press 'One' to read it, but then it started me thinking. So last night I tried to ring him in Berlin but there was no answer and I'm sure he would have been home as it was almost midnight and also there is a bus and tube strike on so no travel. As for his funeral I don't think I would want to go and besides would he want a 'tranny brother' there. So no it would be very poorly attended and in german of course and as he hasn't made a will or mentioned me in it I would not have access to his pad as he called it, to say goodbye to his little world and perhaps mention return all the little things he pinched like photographs and CD's mainly out of spite and denying it took back with him. At times he was 'the brother from hell' but strangely enough I still love him. A lot of his problems were of his own doing but autism never mind Asperger's syndrome wasn't even recognised when we grew up in the Fifties so he was always the difficult moody middle devious one. His gift in life was his art as not only did he quailfy as an architect, from a small boy he did amazing highly detailed views of cities from the sky even without knowing what was actually there and this one thing he was brilliant at became his obsession and persona. I looked up Berlin artists last night on Google and they showed masses of zany pictures by trendy daubers and the like but there was nothing about the craftsman Nigel Leach who was definately a genius in his own right and that like his solitery life is so sad. If you have gone to leave me me in peace, rest in peace, all is forgiven on both sides I now feel. Goodbye.