family

Today is my daddy's 60th birthday, or, yesterday was, it's midnight here. I'm not sure if he would like me telling the whole world that he's 60, but oops. Happy Birthday Daddy.
I went out to Romford on Sunday. I met up with three of my cousins, Laura, Sarah, and Katie, and we went out to Burnham to visit my Great Uncle Derek. When he walks into a room, I would swear it was my granddad. I mean, really, I would swear. Derek's older now than my granddad was when he passed away, but I imagine that they would have aged the same. White shock of hair that is slightly windblown and an affinity for cakes and walks along the shore to look at the boats.
Being in England is bringing me much closer to my dad, and in turn, to my grandparents. I hope that they'd be happy I'm here, adjusting and fitting in. I'm really enjoying the little things I've started to do on my own. Even just reading a book on the Tube by myself is nice. It's nice to feel close to them. I miss them more than I say, or I think, more than I realize.
I'm in a class, "Roots of the British Genius," that focuses on how England has come to be where it is now -- a past Empire adjusting in the new Millennium. I wonder what my Granny and Grandad would think of England now. I wish I could ask them.