The Old Tin Shed

Well this is the first of one of those heavy life changing blog posts that I will do from time to time.  This topic is very close to my own heart and what is my meaning of family. Some 38 years ago my parents picked up a baby boy blue eyes blond hair.  He was not born to them but to another woman. For reasons still unknown to that child today, she decided that she should give me up for adoption. They say that children make a family, that they are often the glue that holds a family together when times get tough. My family wasn't like that. Within a year of my adoption my sister joined the family she was also adopted. What did I mean when I said my family wasn't like that.  Its not that my parents were bad parents, in fact they tried their very best.  But they had one hurdle that they could never possibly cover.  That both of us showed psychological signs of illness because we had been adopted.  Most if not all children who are adopted have some kind of...

Why is it that everything to do with my family has strings attached.  I will try and make this a brief as possible but I need to give you some background first. My father passed away recently after a long protracted fight with cancer, I hadn't been down to see him or mum in several years, so I made the effort.  I hired a rental car and drove the 3500kms to see my parents.  The whole time I had not seen them they made out the me that they had no money that their cars were falling apart and that they needed help.  I arrive in the driveway to find not 1 but 2 new cars one only months old.  I didn't get upset or anything just let it go because dad was failing.  I stayed a two weeks then returned home with a promise I would be back at Christmas, another 3500kms and I was home. Week before Christmas in my brand new Suzuki swift, I drove down to see them again.  We had a wonderful Christmas, the first time we had all been together in many many years....