Basically I have wanted to write this for a long time but before now I was worried I'd be laughed at or ridiculed for what I am about to write, but I decided it was time I said thanks for all the help that he's given me, even though he doesn't know it.
When I was younger, around the age of 5, my parents got divorced because they argued all the time. I never understood it until I got older but thankfully I got to keep regular contact with my dad while I lived with my mother. As I got older, I lived in a flat with my mum, my two older brothers and my younger brother eventually. My mum had a lot of boyfriends during the years and they were all violent, abusive drunks who took pleasure in hurting me and my mum. One of them, who I will call "Adam", was the most vile excuse for a human being I've ever had the displeasure of being near to. He hated me because he hated my dad. My brothers all changed their surnames to match his but I didn't. I refused to so he used to fill baths up with freezing water and force me into them while the rest of the family watched, too scared to stand against him. Sometimes, he would lock me in a little cupboard outside our flats where the gas meter was as it was full of spiders and he knew I was terrified of them. other times he would just beat me and swear at me, insulting my dad and my family. This abuse went on for years and when I was 14 he kicked me out of my own house. My dad had to argue to get me back by telling them I would move in with him, meaning they wouldn't get child support for me anymore. I have to say, I didn't feel loved by my mothers side of the family.
As the years went on he got worse and more drunk, He and my mum would argue and she'd kick him out for a day, then it would be back to normal. Then one day he poured boiling water on my mums foot and threw me across the room until my two older brothers finally threw him, physically, out of the house and phoned the police. I haven't seen him since 2010, when my little brother (Who thought "Adam" was his dad at the time, His real dad committed suicide) went to stay with him and I was tagging along.
It was after that I asked my dad why his marriage with my mum had failed, He told me that I had another older brother, Callum, who passed away in his sleep at 11 weeks old, 2 years before I was born. I don't know why but I cried all day, I think it was knowing that I lived and he hadn't, I felt like I had done wrong but at the same time I missed him. I don't know, It's crazy. I felt like losing family was the worst so I started keeping in contact with all my family, none more so than my cousin Darren, Who was a year older than me. We liked the same music, games... Everything, we even loved tattoos! he got his done first and he talked me into getting my first one too. He was who I wanted to be. He was carefree and adventurous. He went skydiving before I even went to a party. I looked up to him like the brother I never had.
So after that my mum met a new guy, he was nice and we moved in with him after a while. We still live with him and he's fantastic. I still texted Darren all the time as well as my other cousins etc.. but last year, I woke up for work to my mum telling me that Darren, 19 years old at the time, had been in a fire accident and was in hospital with bad burns covering 90% of his body. I was devastated. I wanted to see him but the distance was too far and my work couldn't cover my time off. Eventually, after 2 weeks of fighting he finally lost the fight and passed away. I didn't know what to do, It was like losing my brother all over again. For the whole week before his funeral I was a total mess, and after we said our final goodbyes I shut myself away from the world, all the bad memories from the past coming back. Then one day as I numbly scrolled through Youtube, trying to find something to help me cheer up, I came across a video by someone named "PewDiePie". Having nothing else to do I clicked on it and after a minute fo watching I felt myself smiling. I kept watching and watching until I was actually laughing for the first time in a month. My mum started to notice too, she told me that I looked like I was genuinely happy. It was then I became a "Bro". And since then, whenever I'm sad about anything, Even down to when my last girlfriend cheated on me (Bitch). I turn to Pewdie. He makes me happy no matter what's happened. I truly mean that. I'm now as old as Darren was and I never go a day without thinking about him and Callum.
So we come to this, My thanks to him, I know he probably won't ever read this but I wanted to get it off my chest no matter how many of you read this and think "What a wuss". I don't care, I am truly grateful to Pewdie for all the things he does for us and what he's been doing recently for charity too, which I gladly helped with. I also had a thought. If Pewds manages to reach 250,000 USD (It was originally 500,000 but I changed my mind) I'll get a brofist tattoed on me with my cousin and my brothers names around it. I say this because one of the last things Darren texted me was this:
"You know, People get all these complicated tattoos but the best ones are the ones that mean something. The ones that you'll look at in 70 years and tell your grandkids "Hey, let me tell you a story". I know it sounds stupid but it's true. My tattoos are probably crappy to some people but I don't care, As long as I like them and I know their story then I'm happy. You should be the same! xx"
I lived by that message and I never forget it. I have 4 random tattoos, 2 of them being anime tattoos, but each one has a story.
Thanks for anyone who actually takes the time to read this and I'm sorry if you think it's stupid but I had to get this off my chest. Hell, Writing about all this brought a tear to my eye but at the same time, I'm smiling at all the memories I have.
Stay Awesome, Bros.
Dale.
When I was younger, around the age of 5, my parents got divorced because they argued all the time. I never understood it until I got older but thankfully I got to keep regular contact with my dad while I lived with my mother. As I got older, I lived in a flat with my mum, my two older brothers and my younger brother eventually. My mum had a lot of boyfriends during the years and they were all violent, abusive drunks who took pleasure in hurting me and my mum. One of them, who I will call "Adam", was the most vile excuse for a human being I've ever had the displeasure of being near to. He hated me because he hated my dad. My brothers all changed their surnames to match his but I didn't. I refused to so he used to fill baths up with freezing water and force me into them while the rest of the family watched, too scared to stand against him. Sometimes, he would lock me in a little cupboard outside our flats where the gas meter was as it was full of spiders and he knew I was terrified of them. other times he would just beat me and swear at me, insulting my dad and my family. This abuse went on for years and when I was 14 he kicked me out of my own house. My dad had to argue to get me back by telling them I would move in with him, meaning they wouldn't get child support for me anymore. I have to say, I didn't feel loved by my mothers side of the family.
As the years went on he got worse and more drunk, He and my mum would argue and she'd kick him out for a day, then it would be back to normal. Then one day he poured boiling water on my mums foot and threw me across the room until my two older brothers finally threw him, physically, out of the house and phoned the police. I haven't seen him since 2010, when my little brother (Who thought "Adam" was his dad at the time, His real dad committed suicide) went to stay with him and I was tagging along.
It was after that I asked my dad why his marriage with my mum had failed, He told me that I had another older brother, Callum, who passed away in his sleep at 11 weeks old, 2 years before I was born. I don't know why but I cried all day, I think it was knowing that I lived and he hadn't, I felt like I had done wrong but at the same time I missed him. I don't know, It's crazy. I felt like losing family was the worst so I started keeping in contact with all my family, none more so than my cousin Darren, Who was a year older than me. We liked the same music, games... Everything, we even loved tattoos! he got his done first and he talked me into getting my first one too. He was who I wanted to be. He was carefree and adventurous. He went skydiving before I even went to a party. I looked up to him like the brother I never had.
So after that my mum met a new guy, he was nice and we moved in with him after a while. We still live with him and he's fantastic. I still texted Darren all the time as well as my other cousins etc.. but last year, I woke up for work to my mum telling me that Darren, 19 years old at the time, had been in a fire accident and was in hospital with bad burns covering 90% of his body. I was devastated. I wanted to see him but the distance was too far and my work couldn't cover my time off. Eventually, after 2 weeks of fighting he finally lost the fight and passed away. I didn't know what to do, It was like losing my brother all over again. For the whole week before his funeral I was a total mess, and after we said our final goodbyes I shut myself away from the world, all the bad memories from the past coming back. Then one day as I numbly scrolled through Youtube, trying to find something to help me cheer up, I came across a video by someone named "PewDiePie". Having nothing else to do I clicked on it and after a minute fo watching I felt myself smiling. I kept watching and watching until I was actually laughing for the first time in a month. My mum started to notice too, she told me that I looked like I was genuinely happy. It was then I became a "Bro". And since then, whenever I'm sad about anything, Even down to when my last girlfriend cheated on me (Bitch). I turn to Pewdie. He makes me happy no matter what's happened. I truly mean that. I'm now as old as Darren was and I never go a day without thinking about him and Callum.
So we come to this, My thanks to him, I know he probably won't ever read this but I wanted to get it off my chest no matter how many of you read this and think "What a wuss". I don't care, I am truly grateful to Pewdie for all the things he does for us and what he's been doing recently for charity too, which I gladly helped with. I also had a thought. If Pewds manages to reach 250,000 USD (It was originally 500,000 but I changed my mind) I'll get a brofist tattoed on me with my cousin and my brothers names around it. I say this because one of the last things Darren texted me was this:
"You know, People get all these complicated tattoos but the best ones are the ones that mean something. The ones that you'll look at in 70 years and tell your grandkids "Hey, let me tell you a story". I know it sounds stupid but it's true. My tattoos are probably crappy to some people but I don't care, As long as I like them and I know their story then I'm happy. You should be the same! xx"
I lived by that message and I never forget it. I have 4 random tattoos, 2 of them being anime tattoos, but each one has a story.
Thanks for anyone who actually takes the time to read this and I'm sorry if you think it's stupid but I had to get this off my chest. Hell, Writing about all this brought a tear to my eye but at the same time, I'm smiling at all the memories I have.
Stay Awesome, Bros.
Dale.
It's not sappy at all, the most random people can make us happy haha x 