Magical, mystery tour

I’ve always been the kind of girl who’s always needed to know the answers to the most impossible questions.
As a young child, teenager and into adulthood I would sit for hours by the old pier on Brighton beach staring out to sea, wondering who I was, where I’ve come from and every impossible question that I alone will never solve the mystery’s.
Years and years of not knowing my roots, my dna, but more importantly who my father was.
You see my mum fall head over heels in love with a traveller, who fall just as hard and just as deep.
A forbidden love, a love scorned upon by my grandfather.
They dreamt of running away together, they dreamt of a life filled with the unconditional love, the butterflies in their tummy’s, they dreamt of growing old, travel and the sunsets they would see, they dreamt of the beautiful life they had ahead of them.
They made love under the stars, and they held each other so tightly their soul become one and no one could come between them.
A love unbreakable.
Life had a different path laid out ahead of them as they were cruelly torn apart.
Breaking both their hearts, their dreams and their spirits.
Unknown to my father, they had made a tiny symbol of their love, a baby girl was growing.
Nine months later I was born and from as young as I can remember I needed to know who my father was.
A man I dreamt about, a man my mother could see in me, a man she loved through loving their creation made of the truest, deepest love.

As I day dreamed of my father, the hero I had wondered about all my life.
A man I knew I was part of, as he was part of me. A man who know nothing of my birth, my up bringing, my name, nor my longing.

We were lucky, we found each other, we adore each other and he really is the hero I had dreamt of. He is my father, my shoulder, my strength.

Over the last year or so, questions have been running rings around my thoughts, unknowns have been pulling me to find answers to his history, where he cane from, who his family were, where his roots came from?
The passion for knowledge and understanding pulled harder at my heart-strings and I started on a journey to discover his ancestry.

Little did I know that some questions, can never be answered!
You see I discovered that his grandfather was also born of love untold, love forbidden.
His grandfather was born at the workhouse, to a mother forbidden to love a man who gave her the gift of life.
Leaving behind unanswerable question of who he was, not only that but who we are.
Now I find myself looking to the star lit sky and wondering the most impossible questions.
Will I ever uncover who my roots belong to? Who gave my great-grandmother the gift of birth, the gift of love?

All the tomorrow’s

imageThe clock is ticking, the hands of time are against us.
Fate may no longer be on our side.
The only certainty in life is catching up with us. Death will come to us all.
But is it a blessing ?
What is it we fear so greatly ?
Is it the way we may die or the pain of leaving our loved ones.
Personally my self I fear both.
Leaving our loved ones behind to pick up the pieces and to re-build their lives with the hole you have left behind.

The only peace I get from knowing that we will all leave this life, is that, hopefully we will soon have a window seat from the heavens above and we can still be with our loved one, watching them hopefully living out their dreams.
And the thought of rejoining the people we lost to heaven, makes death seem a little less painful.

That’s a question in itself.
Is there a heaven and hell ?
Are we in purgatory ?
Do we have to prove ourselves in this life time to move on to a better life ?
Will we float around on clouds ?
I guess the only way to answer this is to move on from this life and discover what follows.
But right now, those answers can wait because I’m happy just living and death can keep chasing, because one thing is for sure, he is not taking me down without a fight.