In the Beginning

In the beginning, there was a breach of trust, there was abuse of power, underhanded people in high places, and the whisking away of a nameless child from the womb of his unknowing young Mother. Confusion, fear, and lies followed, and an unfinished story has been left flapping in the breeze, waiting to be captured and to have its' own ending written for it.

Now, comes this search, for truth and for the knowledge of what really went on, and if out there is an elder sibling of mine, who has lost some of who they are, has lost their knowledge of who they might have been, of what blood runs in their veins, of whether they look like their other siblings, of what happened to his Mother and to explain some of his story to us and to himself.

Thanks to the glorious google, thanks to the resource of the internet, theres now a way of confirming old tales and stories fogged up by time. There was a daughter who finally listened and asked the right questions, and the realisation that something so very wrong had taken place that could no longer be ignored, that now is the time to start searching for the truth and give some real closure to My Mother, who has been through so much.

I will keep this blog as a testament to the trials and inevitable tribulations that are sure to come our way in this journey to find the truth of what happened, I hope it can have a happy ending, I hope that my Brother indeed lives and that although the story we expect to find is terrible, his life story did not end 28 years ago.