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Where were you in your parents plans?

My parents were both born in the mid Sixties and they always had the music 🎶 of the era playing on their sound system (CD player) which was a very revolutionary thing in rural Carpathian terms. They had access to a number of different music from Slovakia, Hungary and Romania.

My Dad was a big fan of the British band The Beatles, and especially John Lennon. He often reread a book of surreal poetry that Lennon wrote which my Dad got through a friend who went to West Berlin (before the reunification of Germany 🇩🇪).

My parents married and had my brother in the late Eighties, and when I came along in 1999, I was very much a surprise to them both, but my mother doted on me, and I was her dress-up doll in effect, all she hadn’t been able to do with my brother she could do with me!

My parents were committed to their family and I can honestly say they seldom left our home to go anywhere else in Ukraine 🇺🇦 because of their contentment. I am completely different from my parents in that I have been travelling extensively. I have visited most countries in Europe and that includes Russia (the summer before the war began I went to Moscow with two friends from University).

So, unplanned and a little bewildered my parents ventured to travel to Kyiv to see me only four times in all their lives and on the last visit to see me in my shared apartment they were killed by a shell from a Russian tank in 2022.
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My folks got married at 19, and had one child who died in the hospital at three days old. Then Dad joined the military and was shipped to England. At the end of WWII, my parents felt an urgency to make babies. Or maybe the urgency wasn’t about babies at all.

I had two older brothers and a younger sister. One more brother, than an adopted son.

I am not clear on whether anything was planned, but they sure liked babies.

They didn’t plan activities for us much. They just took us along when they went somewhere, although we were usually broke.

Every one of us felt heard and seen and safe. That’s an awesome accomplishment. When we were grown, they let us go, but the door was always open.

Now everyone is gone except me. It’s very strange.