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Just an excerpt from one of my favourite songs:

How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Taking a snapshot of my past it would be as you say

But sometimes as the song says, "I have to go". There is almost no hope of reconciliation in my family. The abuse didn't stop when I left home, it went on and on until very recently.
My father gave me some advice years ago, hit once and hit hard.
He has been hit very hard with the evidence of his participation in this awful saga and the crimes of his so called "heros and friends".
Will he recover, who knows. Will he survive, of course he will, he is a tough little man a natural fighter and survivor. Will I be there to pick him up, dust him off and say there there, hope that didn't hurt? No! He only got a fraction of what he has dished out over the decades and I played by the rules of truth and honesty.
Am I bitter and angry, no. It's life and s*!t happens, so my life as an MK was pretty awful, but I'm honestly happy with where I have managed to get to. I have a lovely supportive partner, a clear conscience and some long sought answers, not forgetting a new "family".
So life is more

As for the song, it's Cat Stevens "Father and Son", but only half of it. Well worth a listen.

Bemused:
I'm adding you to my list of Fanda Eagles heroes.
I know you didn't go to Fanda, but through this website ... you have soared.

And gratitude again, to Kari and Bonnie.
That's where this all started.

Dear Ms Raz,

Thank you for your kind sentiments of my Husband, Bemused. Alas elevating him to the level of a soaring Eagle could be tricky. He is welll and truly a Kiwi, a cute flightless bird that spends much of it's time poking its beak into the ground looking for worms. And he seems to have his beak well and truly into cans of worms. But at least he isn't a Turkey.

Kindest regards

Mrs Bemused

Mrs. Bemused is quite clever too, isn't she!

Mrs Bemused is a truly wonderful person and of course very very clever. She spent 8 years in the States and worked as an Engineer for NASA.
She is of course one of those rare Kiwis that can fly, due to some clever engineering. So if you notice a Kiwi soaring with Eagles, it is probably Mrs Bemused.

Dear Dad,

I went in a cycle race on Saturday. 101 km through vineyards, farmland and beautiful coastline, not that I took much notice, I was just trying to get my aged decrepit body round the course in one piece, because it was a bit wet and the wheels on those racing bikes don't have a lot of grip.
But it got me thinking. This is something we could have done together, just like when you used to do your running and I'd drive the car to pick you up, or get your gear from A to B, or just come and watch you. You are still a superb athlete, holding records and titles that are quite some achievement. But when I took up triathalons and cycle racing as an adult, you never came to watch because you were always to busy doing religous things and you really have never been interested in what I'm up to, unless there is some benefit for you.

I had lots of time to think on the race (3hours and 39 minutes to be precise) and I like my life now, it isn't perfect, but I think its not a bad outcome given the start it was given. I didn't win the race, but just like in life, I was pleased to get round the course without falling off.

I'm smiling.

Yes, we may not feel like we've won this race in the end, but I do want to make it to the finish line and say that I endured, and didn't quit. I too have been missing the scenery lately, just because the road indeed is slick, and I don't want to lose my grip and be knocked off the course.

I'm sad that your Dad has missed out on having a true relationship with a son who could be a great friend and a sweet comfort in his waning years. His choices have deprived him of this. He has made a very regrettable mistake.

I am so grateful that none of us MKs are pedaling this treacherous race solo. I'm huffing and puffing, but I see your bald head in front of me, Bemused! And that adorable doggie of yours! And all around me are the other new friends I've gained along this journey. This course seems to be going on forever, but I do think there's a finish line up there someplace!

So I'm staying in the race.

My Dear Raz,

I have a tandem. It's a french built mountain bike type. Not that fast, but will go where road bikes won't (But it is easy to put road tyres on it to make it faster). The advantage of a tandem, is on the flat they will outpace a solo rider easily and it is possible to have a break while still going forward.
So if you find the going tough, I can drag the tandem out and you can have the backseat for a while. It would be an honour to share a bike with thee.
Please don't be offended by being given the back seat, just it works much better if the biggest rider is in the front and the slender trim cyclist is on the back seat. Don't worry you can tell me which course to take, I'm used to it .