Family is an odd thing really – just about every cliche is true when it comes to them. You can’t choose them, you often don’t like them, but anyone who says a bad world about them has you to reckon with. Well today I had the most extraordinary experience.
I had the opportunity to speak with a lost family member. It was great! He is my Mums first cousin, he lives 50minutes out of London, he has a son who is 18. It is all rather cool. I am excited about meeting them, but I am sorry my Mum isn’t in the UK to come along, after all it was Mum that found the number on the ever pervasive internet! I am not sure when they last saw each other must be between 10 or 20 years ago….
I have no memory of having ever met him but I do remember his Dad. A tall man, silver hair.
The hope is that we will meet in early August. What a wonderful thing to look forward to!
