Dearest dearest @Doldip15
If I was with you, I would be making you a cup of tea and we would be giggling over the probably unmatched tea cups. And different length spoons in my home to stir the milk in….
But it’s always nice to go to a nice cafe and sit on their couches and look outside to the busy people shopping or drinking tea next to us……..
Yes, I truly feel that loss of my brothers.I’de personally be sad about a youngest sister…..who can anyone expect your darling sisters to have survived and give open hearted love with a parent like you had?
But you’re here. You hold a space for your youngest sister, I feel it.
A couple of weeks ago, I had lunch with a friend of my parents that we used to know for years that we were part of a group in about two churches. Maybe three. We stayed socializing with this group of people while switching churches. It was Anglican and as a very small child, I never ever understood why didn’t this group of people didn’t know what was happening to me or my three brothers?? Why was my Mother so powerful in these group of people, how could she reign supreme in a supposed Anglican/ Christian way and get away with her behaviour?
And now I know. All those years, I now know. The group were realising there was something very wrong. They just did nothing. Then there was awful things happening that affected my brothers that don’t need to be written about. Nothing happened.
This parent’s friend, He knew me. He was younger than my parents and, today He at 70 years old is well respected, He understood me. I don’t need to see him again really. But I walked away with a smile on my face and questions answered, Mum has lied about that time for many years and I believed her. His wife committed suicide during that time and at the time, I believed Mum,, I thought it was his and the church friends fault. But it wasn’t. it was all lies.
I want to see him. I want to listen to how he rebuilt his life, I want to be around his empathy and his strong demeanour and joke about how his children see him at 19 and 30, that he is a very uncool parent. But we realise he really is cool because he prefers to walk the back streets where his business is. I want to meet his wife, want to soak in their attitude in their home. But I can’t. I need to keep on plugging on in my little life.
I need to plug on with this damn book Im engrossed in. In the last two to thee months, I’ve written my notes of about 3 paragraphs……lol…..I’ve got quilts to sew, I’ve got small cloth birds to embroider.
Tell me what you’re doing today my friend? Are recovering well? How is your beautiful doggy?
