London, family secrets

After flying to London for a day of meetings, I took the evening train to Birmingham to meet my Dad’s brother for the first time. My uncle shared an intriguing story filled with misunderstandings and regret for the actions of another generation.

A funeral took place in 1980 London where among hushed whispers and commotion a drop of truth began to unravel. A distraught sister who had carried a secret for forty-plus years loudly exclaims for anyone who would listen “his other sons should be here, they should know their father has passed”.

Secrets that would impact generations filled with the deceit of who they were, their culture and their surname would begin to unravel. more to come…