I have been thinking a lot about myMother lately. My biological Mother ~ Diane Holyoak. I have never met my Mother. I lived with her for 16 months when I was born before being removed and placed in care. I did receive many letters and photos from her over the years though. And today,... I had to break down and finally go through 'the box'. I had been putting it off as I knew it wasn't going to be easy. But this morning I felt like I could face it. All the stuff from my Mother - Diane.
She left Ontario way back in the sixties. When I asked my family why she left I got a very vague shifty answer of "... I don'tknw, something about a fur coat robbery gone wrong,..." and that is all I ever got. Whatever the reason, my Mother fled Ontario to British Columbia. But my mother didn't live a normal existence. She lived way up in the boonies of the mountains of BC. Last place I heard she was before she passed on was 22 Mile Lake or something? I have long since lost her address but it is way up north. She lived in a trailer with her animals. And that was her lifestyle.
So it's almost humurous to me that I have ended up exactly where she was. Living in a trailer in British Columbia. The apple does not fall far from the tree,... I have always hated the city,... I have always wanted to live in nature,... I have always loved dogs and cats like she so obviously did as in every single picture she is with an pet.
I have come full circle. I am now my Mother. And it suits me just fine,... It is the enviroment I have been craving for years. I am so happy,....
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