And A Thing Called Love

Let me tell you ‘bout the birds and the bees and butterflies and trees…and the moon up above…and a thing called love….

The late 60’s was a powerful if sometimes a toxic place to live.  As Bob Dylan could testify…the times they were a changing and even the most innocent were swept along with the cool hippies and burning radicals who would help shape today.

Born and bred in the inner city, The Boy was cool…way cool…tall, dark and handsome and a handful for his parents who were country born and bred and had no desire to become or understand city slickers.

So you know what happened…The Boy and the latest love of his life, both teenagers, ended up with a baby, who they both loved but had no clue how to parent.  Lucky for The Boy, his parents let them live with them…until they finished school…got jobs….matured….but that was a pipe dream that never came to pass.  Next thing you know there is another baby on the way and The Boy panics and bolts, leaving his parents to support (now the Ex) Love of his life.

Now the Ex Love of his life has decisions to make, along with the support of her own family.  Baby #2 was put up for adoption at birth….but what to do with Baby #1, a gorgeous little girl, full of light and love.  When the Ex Love of his life said she was also putting Baby #1 up for adoption The Boy’s parents were devastated…they went to court…but the Judge ruled the Grandparents could only adopt Baby #1 if the mother agreed…she didn’t…and then there were none.

The Boy literally left his life behind, moved from the West Coast to the East Coast, got counselling, years and years of counselling, met a terrific lady who he would marry on one condition…they would never have children because his parenting skills had absolutely wreaked havoc on two innocent, precious little lives already.

Today he may be labelled a dead beat dad. Over the years he kept his silence about that part of his life but the Real Love of His Life who shared 42 years of wedded bliss with him, said he wanted to find his children but feared rejection, so he went to his grave with a heart heavy with sorrow.

What we know is The Boy, who eventually turned into The Man, was the favourite uncle of every niece and nephew in his family.  He made each one feel special, listened to their stories, chided them when necessary, supported them wholeheartedly.

Actually, a big bear of a man, a ready laugh, a little paranoid about the digital world…still, he always had an opinion to share…yup, he was a father figure to countless youth.

So if you  were adopted and wonder…did my biological dad even care…Well, it’s so very plain to see….That it’s time you learned about the facts of life…..
Starting from A to Z. (Paraphrase ShaNaNa)

That being said….Believe me…The Boy…The Man cared…lived in regret…and ♥ed you….enough to walk away!