Water Under The Bridge?

Part 2

   With what seemed like all the time in the world my thoughts couldn't help but slip back to that horrible day 4 years ago. The day that finally broke my family apart, and most of all broke my Grandparent's hearts. 

   It was Easter Sunday and per usual everyone was there. Well, except for Uncle Jim's kids they usually had their own thing in Philly going on. We just finished breakfast and everyone was heading to their respectable groups. Old people upstairs and young people down in the basement. It's always been that way. After coming together and eating and talking with the "grown-ups" we the grandchildren separated and did our own thing not wanting to be bothered with the mindless banter of the elders in are family. It was our time to be ourselves in front of each other and soak it up. All us grandkids were so close at one point that we would actually be excited and look forward to family gatherings. That all stopped that day.... Just because of one stupid argument between two of my brothers. And they used it against us. To tear two of the most precious people in our lives away. I tried to stay neutral. I tried for my grandparent's sake, but like the others I was forced to choose. I'm proud of how long I was able to last. After awhile all the nasty things my family would say about me and my brothers I couldn't take it anymore. 

   You're all probably curious about what could have caused this... So let me focus and tell you what happened. Like I said all of us grandkids go down to the basement to horse around and veg out till we get enough energy to go outside and play football or basketball. Girls included since its just touch football. Some of the parents would freak if their daughter would get tackled like I do when I play with the guys. So we dial it down for family get togethers. We were starting to talk about what we were going to play. Me being in favor of football of course. We interrupted by some rapper blaring from the television. We all whirled around from the bar halting our bickering of which sport to play to look at Chris.  

   Chris is my younger brother and the middle one of the three that I have. Although the way that he acts everyone who doesn't know assume he's the youngest. He is bi-polar, and something else to do with seizures. He's never been in a real fight in his life and my mom babies the shit out of him because he's "special". Although me and my brothers watch him play my mom like a fined tuned guitar. He fakes most of his episodes to himself out of trouble and throws his attitude around blaming it on his bi-polar. When really he's just a spoiled little brat. Yeah my mom see's it now, but he's 22 years old. It's a little late to do anything now about it. He does things to purposely piss you off and runs his mouth like he's god's gift to the earth. Something about Puerto Rican pride. News flash your half Irish and can't speak a word of Spanish. You are white sir! Ok now I'm just venting about him being stupid, but till you have to live with him and deal with his bull shit you can't harp on me for getting so aggravated with him. 

   That being said my older brother Mike asked him to change it more suitable for his kids to listen to. Don't get me wrong it wasn't that it was rap that was blaring through the speakers it's what they were rapping about that my brother didn't want his kids to listen to. They were five and six for crying out loud. Okay that might have been just a bit dramatic. If you have kids then you know that's when they start asking all the hard questions. It's not really that they are hard either it's just something you know you shouldn't have to explain to them at such a young age. It seems they always ask at the perfect moment when it will embarrass you most or blurt something out about it at school or in front of their friends parents then you're left squirming to explain. 

   "No if you don't want your kids listening to this then send them upstairs." Chris smirked 

   "I shouldn't have to put my kids on someone else cause you wanna listen to something no one else does. Not to mention I don't want them to listen to that garbage."