Don’t be confused as to who I’m referring to when I say “my parents”.
They were the ones who brought me home from the hospital.
They were the ones who loved me unconditionally.
They were the ones who taught me right from wrong.
They were the ones who never made me feel like I didn’t belong.
They are the ones who I miss with all my heart.
I love you Mum and Dad – Forever your daughter!
Daphne and Bede were married on March 24 1945, just before World War II ended. They started dating before the war commenced. Their story is an enduring one. A story of love, loss, heartache and joy.
Dad died at 58 when I was only 20. Mum died ten years later at 65, I was 30. I never got the chance to talk to dad about his story let alone my adoption. He died thinking that both my brother and I didn’t know. The sad truth is, we found out as a result of him dying.
As for mum, my beautiful wonderful mum, she was an emotionally fragile woman and it wasn’t until after her death that I uncovered more of mum’s story, a story she wore in silence and a story I want to share.
