Not belonging is a terrible feeling. It feels awkward & it hurts. As if you were wearing someone else's shoes. (P Stone)
Not All Fathers “Father”
I’m really not sure why I have started my family history with my father’s narrative as I began my research with my Grandmother Ilson on my maternal side! Perhaps if I was to examine my reasons more closely it may be that I have always felt a little guilty that my relationship with my father was not a demonstrably close one!
A Love Letter For Jimmy
Today is the first time I can remember writing the words, "My brother" I think he died when I was about two years old and he was five. I have no memories of my own about him but I do have four grainy photographs.