I Am Not Who I Used to Be

Well. I just found out, yesterday, that my uncle who lived most of his life in Colombia (half a world away from where I grew up), and who I've always felt closer to than my own mum and dad, lost a baby boy. He was born roughly when I was. And so, it is my firm belief that I was pushed away from them as parents, at the last minutes, and sent to my actual, physical, Mum and Dad. This is my family. I am with them now. My real family. I am so close to their daughter every time I've ever seen her it's felt like we are on a date of some kind. I love her more than Earth itself. She is amazing, truly. And she is so much like me it's unreal - but she has managed to embody me better than I ever could. Now my uncle, or my dad you could say, has Alzheimers. And that is why I am here. At Christmas we Skyped for the first time in a while, and he was silent, with a goofy smile. So, I knew, this is it. I must go. Now.

And I made the right call. Everyone needs me. I should be here now, for good. With them. Supporting them. Giving Ili that reminder that her Mum and Dad made her who she is, the greatest person alive. No matter that one half is going, she is here still, that legacy. I wish to comfort her in every way.

Anyway over and out, Peter is here now and we will go through our old photos of some of our reunions. Hopefully it will help!