08-11-2015, 02:37 PM
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Me, just practicing
This is my eldest son Richard Bacchus a musician in America. Love him and miss him.
I love this picture before Motor Neurone Disease got Keith and a tumour took my boy Ruud
Me in the Caribbean (St Vincent) where we lived a peaceful year never knowing what was ahead of us.
Amazing family resemblance My mother on her third wedding day, me on my honey moon, and my gorgeous daughter at my sons wedding.
Trying out phone options on my new phone in Cumbria
My handsome youngest son and his adorable daughter Safia.
08-11-2015, 05:12 PM
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Re: Me, just practicing
I didn't meet my mother until I was 28 which was many many many moons ago. I was a foster child and one thing that you may or may not empathise with is the need to 'look' like some one. All my childhood I had heard people say how much my foster siblings looked like their mum or dad. I looked more like a cuckoo in the nest. Didn't look anything like anyone.My three children all look alike you can tell they are siblings. I love that, when I saw my mother I was very amazed as she was very small rather like a Dolly Parton type lady with a full figure but not very tall.
The funny thing is my daughter is the same gorgeous figure, lovely face and only 4ft 11ins. Yet again I am the cuckoo, oh yes plenty of voluptuous figure going on there but 5ft 6ins. It appears that the chap who 'may'? have been my dad was a largish fellow, he was a fisherman off the Scottish Highlands. It sounds like he also had the arthritis and ended up in a wheelchair.
My lovely eldest son is a rock musician in Raleigh North Carolina he is now also a professional cook and knows a thing or two about BBQ.
My daughter is a Advertising Producer. She lives in Hackney London she used to work for the BBC and is very posh.
My youngest son has done a little bit of everything. From Pizza making and delivery to talking to kids about not taking drugs as a drug counsellor.
I am proud of my children because they have done everything themselves. They have had nothing given to them except the freedom to go out and make mistakes. I made lots of mistakes, my children however, did not make so many.
Thank you for your kind words. I thought that you know about my life as it is today our fight with Motor Neurone Disease and badly behaved neighbours but this is another part of me that I am happy to share with you my supportive friends.
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