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Wonderful.... except for the embarrassing incident yesterday where I tried to go and fill up at the petrol station only to discover I didn't have the knack of getting it on the central stand and had to spend 5 shameful minutes trying only to turn round and go home again....... :oops: |
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I'm going to see the Darkness tonight at Sheffield, looking forward to it! :D
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Masses of information and reports regarding myself, my sister, my brother, my parents and foster parents, and children homes that we livedi n for periods of time. All are going to be copied and sent to me, plus some original paper work written by my father, which the case worker has agreed to let me have the originals!!!! Found some distressing news as well, evidently had another baby sister who died when she was 28 days old from pneunomia, and we weren't ever told about this ...... Also found evidence that my mother who deserted us when I was 2 years old was certified as mentally deficient and suffering a severe form of epelipsy, and gave us up because she couldn't cope......... Such happiness and such sadness, but now I can move forward, I also have the forms for the Salvation Army Tracing service, which I can use some of the information when it arrives to help me trace our mothers movements, and ascertain whether she is dead or alive..... So glad that at last I have some answers....... Its been worth the wait, and will give me the impetus to go on.......... love dottie xxx |
found this and thought it was appropriate considering I am now starting on a voyage of discovery........
Foster children move from place to place, With memories that walk the night alone, Nor is the love theirs that they must embrace. Yet most survive with a peculiar grace, Even though their hearts should turn to stone, As they move about from place to place. Perhaps within themselves they find a place, To furnish as they would a mobile home, Finding scraps of things they can embrace. A memory like some such fingered lace, Thoughts and dreams that only they have known, Moving as they do from place to place. Their childhood impossible to trace, In the years of yearning after they have grown, Filled with love they've chosen to embrace. Yet with their losses etched upon their face, Pain for which no penance can atone, How can they move and move, from place to place Surrending the love they must embrace. two of these lines I found to be so relevant "Their childhood impossible to trace, In the years of yearning after they have grown" One could possibly argue - better late than never, to find a childhood lost so long ago........ __________________ My quest for answers has now well and truly started to unfold, happiness and sadness in fair proportions, but ultimately a link to the past so that I may move forward......... |
Just found this one by Peggie Kirkland and thought of Dottie's voyage.
The expansive oceans of our lives Are filled with seas of experiences Trifling, important, lively, boring Calming, frightening, safe and treacherous But always learning and growing, growing and learning Rock me gentle sea Cradle me in the bosom of your tiny ripples Let me feel at one with your seeming Ending-never, peace and serenity As I make my way through this day Happy, unaware of the impending storms; There is only peace, gentle peace But did I speak too quickly? What is this turbulence that has erupted? Oh please, not now I am, was, at one with you Oh no, the ship of my life has tilted to one side I think it's going to capsize I feel it heaving with the waves As they whip themselves into a fury Determined to prove their omnipotence And I one sailor trying to navigate the choppy waters But I cannot do this alone. I make a conscious effort to inhale the salty air Slowly, slowly. slowly, slowly My body goes limp and I release the wheel and cover the compass I realize that the direction of this ship Is not in my hands. I let go and let the Divine Creator take charge And I awake yawning, stretching, rubbing my eyes As I behold a glorious new day. |
spoke to my sister in Oz ,last night, and she informed me that she had known oh so many things that had happened to us, but wanted to hide them away, for fear of being hurt again, I've explained that this is something I need to do to for one, to find the burial place of my little baby sister who I never knew, find her name and leave some sort of token.
To trace my mother again, my sister informed me that she had had contact with her although fleeting so many years ago, why I don't understand didn't someone think that I might want to know? Still I'm on the right course now, and will continue my quest no matter where it leads, with or without help from anyone around me..... |
Thinking of you, Dottie.
Love and hugs, Ankie Xxx |
Dottie, wishing you much luck with your search, hope you find everything you're looking for and it turns out to be much more than you hoped it would be x
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good luck with that Dottie, hope you find the answers you are looking for.
thinking of you. |
good luck dottie.
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I'm cat-sitting this weekend for some friends who are off getting married :|
Wish me luck... ...hurry up monday! |
Poor cats :(
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wow, that was wonderful Dottie. That was the first few posts that i have read all the way through which are not Meat related. I'm so glad your on the right track now anyway.
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THE SMURFS :shock: :shock:
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bleah, too much work.
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ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ early bedtime today
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It's my wedding anniversary today - been married six years... Well officially it's the 29th of February, but that only comes round once every four years!
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