|Posted by alexandraeverist on July 18, 2014 at 8:30 PM|
For my entire life I only knew of my uncle ted’s son peter. Afew years ago I received a call from gary saying I had written about his father in no place to call home. He was speaking of my uncle ted. Ted had had an affair with a married English woman during the war. Gary was th result. His birth mother had given him up for adoption before her husband returned. Ted never found out he had another son. It is only in the past few years that ted and gary met for the first time.
I think we all want life to follow a set pattern and that all the rules are followed. The beauty of life is that there is no set of rules or pattern. Each so called mistake helps create its own new pattern. I think the term is fraxels. The pattern of life does not appear until we are so far removed from it that it is a part of our memory.