Fradam

… and still alive.

It is odd to consider that it was 5 years ago to the day that life changed forever.

I said goodbye to my old home, said goodbye to my brother, said goodbye to my mother - and said hello to growing up. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if things had not changed, if we’d all been able to stay together… then shake my head and realise there is no point to wondering such things. I’m happy now, and had the chain of events of that many years not begun, I may not be where I am now.

Still, there is some sense of wistfulness at the whole matter.

What if, what if, what if…

I’ve earmarked for the future, to visit my old home and to see what has become of it. So much of it was the product of my dad’s creativity - the landscaping, decking, the odd arrangement of the home, the structures for the basketball ring, the synthetic grass, the toolshed, the mango groves, the plantations.. and so much more. What would another family do with all of this? Continue it, or replace it? I wonder..

Oh well, if anyone is interested in a visit, let me know