Okay, I'll try to describe my uncle for you now, it's a long story so it's only for the specially interested, at least it's not boring. He was as interesting as any rock star, almost like a celebrity in my town, or someone everyone knew about and talked about. There's just so much to fit in, but I'll try my best to sum it up.
To begin with, he was a kind of freak of nature. None of my grandparents were that exceptional but they both had their qualities. And he inherited the best from both of them, or won the genetic lottery, as it goes. You can be given too much though. And sometimes with people like that even that's not enough and they just want more and more.
Anyway, to describe it further, my grandfather was small, fat, and bald, but had beautiful blue eyes and was quite pretty (looked like James Dean when he was young). And he was a real topdog or alpha male if there ever was one. If there was any trouble he only needed to give someone a glance and maybe a quick comment, and that was it.
He was extremely dominant. Even me or his grandchildren he didn't cut any slack. I sometimes felt scared looking into his eyes, even when he looked at me who he loved, because they were so powerful and there was such a threat there. He was also very intelligent, especially socially intelligent, but more in an instinctual than a bookish way. But he was very charismatic, and could be very charming, entertaining, humorous, etc. when he was in the mood for it. So he inherited all of that.
My grandmother was quite average looking, but not bad looking, and the combined features he inherited made him very handsome. My grandmother also had a full head of thick, black hair, which he still has. She also has a big heart and a real kindness and love of people, which he also inherited. He didn't turn out to be as cold and brutal as my grandfather could be, so people were also attracted to his warmth. My grandmother was always overweight, but had a strong sceletal and muscular built underneath, with very good shapes and proportions (thanks for that), and he inherited that from her. Only with a bucketfull of testosterone, so he was much larger.
My dad is large and strong but my uncle is seriously huge. He was so strong no one could ever beat him. A real fighter. And 100% masculine, no estrogen there. Me, my dad, and grandmother are more alike in temper, or more moderately aggressive, I once pointed out to my grandmother. But when my uncle or grandfather gets angry..."Then there's lightening" she finished the sentence for me. So he had a great capacity for anger if something ticked him off, but I didn't see much of that side of him.
At school he was like a gang-leader, or the type that controls the school yard. He got up to all kinds of trouble and was considered too volatile for the military. Most of all he was a leader of other men but this also attracts women.
Just getting to that part now. Funnily enough, when I was in rehab last summer one of the nurses had been in the same class as him at school. And she spent like 3 hours talking about him. For real, seemed like she still had a crush on him. She said he had the most beautiful eyes, and he was soooo kind, as long as he was sober. But he was so monstrously strong no one could ever touch him.
So here comes along the first pregnancy. The girl was 15 and he was 18 I think. He stuck it out for about 3 years until he moved on to another he had another boy with. She also had 4 children. I once asked my grandmother if any of them had the same father but she said she didn't think there was much chance of that. So I guess they clicked quite well.
Then when I was getting a bit older, or around 6-7, he moved out to a house in the country side, I think to get some peace for all the crazy stuff they were getting upto. I used to go there and visit with my father in the daytime at weekends, and it was so wild, I loved it. Lots of cool guys running around in their underwear giving me attention and entertaining them. We were all running wild apart from my dad.
He had a lot of his mates living with him and was like the centre of a circle of guys. But he was very generous, he put them up for free. Then there was great partying going on at nights, etc. I might as well have been hanging out with The Rolling Stones though I wasn't there to see all that, my dad sheltered me very well.
Then some poor woman would always be living there, because he liked having a woman around to care for him, not that I think he was faithful (or they were faithful). And they had to put up with all of that crazyness, they did because they couldn't resist him, but could only endure for a few years.
He had a really nice woman I viewed as my aunt he had a baby with living there for 3 years until she'd had enough. Then he moved another one in (he always had another one lined up) and I remember I got really pissed because I loved her and my cousin, and I just hung up the phone when he called me to introduce me to his new woman. I was small but I remember I was really angry with him then.
There were also some prison stints, I think mostly for stealing, and it started going downhill for him at the end. He became a full-time alcoholic and brewed his own booze illegally (the stench in that bathroom) and at the end the way he lived was really sad. In a small house with some crazy guys, drinking all day long, and some woman living there who wasn't quite right (what kind of woman would live like that) and probably was just there to make herself sexually available and do the housework.
The funny thing is my grandparents were ultra-conservative and highly moral and deeply ashamed of having a son who turned out like that, as they certainly hadn't raised him to be like that, but they did their best to be there for him and his children and their mothers. My dad was their pride and joy as the older, more sensible brother, and a good worker and family man.
Then at last comes the really sad part. When he was 29 he was beat up by 5 guys after he had drunk himself unconscious at a party. Because no one could beat him when he was sober. Talk about cowardice. He got very brain damaged and ended up half paralysed and in a wheelchair with speech problems so it was very hard for people to understand him.
So that was a very dramatic switch of lifestyle. He has been quite lonely since then, he who used to be so swarmed around. But he is very strong. He trained every day for 10 years because he thought he might be able to walk again. Then had to resign himself to that it would never happen.
But he's not sitting around being depressed feeling sorry for himself or anything. I remarked to my grandmother once, how he was able to keep his mood up so well, and she said, yes, he is very strong, and he is. He still makes people laugh all the time and is happier than most.
So that was the story of my uncle. Don't really think he deserved all that. There are many who live wildly throughout their 20's but most don't end up like that. But he was so wild, I don't think it would have turned out well anyway.
The main thing is he's very loveable and I'll love him always. I remember his girlfriend I saw as my aunt once said "You really love your uncle, don't you?".
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