Bridges

A momentous day, as I met my half brother Chris for the first time.

I only became aware of his existence about 15 years ago, and it wasn’t planned, but a grandmother who should have known, and acted, better, let it ‘slip’. Cue family ructions, as the adoption prior to my parents getting together was never meant to be known by others.

Last year he traced his birth mother (my mum), to her immense surprise. He lives in Australia, so the (positive) relationship has built up slowly and digitally, but he is over in the UK for a visit, and to meet mum, which he did in Cornwall last week.

I met him in Oxford today, having finagled the opportunity, and it went well.