Just back from the south of the country...


My Aunt Kelly's birthday was next to Uncle Bert's birthday, one of the few birthdays where I A sister of my father, with whom mother and I both have good contact with. Children and grandchildren plus supporters are present of course. And who comes in? Dad. That the relationship is over between my mother and him is no secret. For almost 30 years. And never seen each other again... until Not expected because he never gets there. Almost never, at least.

Also an unpleasant surprise for me because as far as there has ever been something like a 'father/son relationship', it was recently As far as I'm concerned , about his opening line against everyone or against the vacuum was this one; “I am not there anymore!”. Okay, I thought, if you want to set the tone with this, the question on my part — if I wanted to put it at all — is “How are you, Dad?” That kind of statements worked out in the past, but not anymore. Everyone dies, not only you. And everyone has problems too, not just you. I vomit that emotional blackmail. His statements used to be; “I'm going to get a rope” and: “If I'm broken later, then... “, yes, you had a good deal with me as a child. Making your own young children responsible for your feelings. Also my mother, his ex-wife, was not spared at that time. But your mantras have lost strength. They do not achieve the desired effect because of your desired effect.


more; whatever that may be. Furthermore, it was a birthday with palpable tensions; not dare to look at each other and not say a stupid word. But with Carnival you can put on a mask right? Don't you have to be the person you are different? That was a good time:
You're there, but I don't know you.


You're there, but I don't know you.

A conversation (b) seems out of the...

No words at all and quiet grief...

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