I was born in May of 1958, the younger of 4 sons my mother bore. It is said I was the only natural birth son she had. A photograph and stories is all I know about her. A couple of encounters is all I know of my dad. He was a merchant marine and traveled around the world. That is no life for a family man and thus he never became one. I don’t ever remember having an emotional bond with them. I do however remember a quiet presence that was always with me. In the shadows, in the light. always there. I think my family knew this. I know my aunt did. I was different somehow. They knew it and I would later come to realize this as well.
I was not to be part of their lives and they were not going to be part of mine. I was born for a purpose, I just didn’t know what it was.
After 47 years it’s time to tell this story though I don’t know to what end this tale will tell, what seed will it plant, what awareness will it bring.
