I was a much wanted only child and loved, I know, unconditionally but I have always felt something missing. My Mum died after years of ill health at 87. Dad followed on four years later at 84. He adored her and everything revolved round her. I was relieved when she died. I had time with Dad after he was widowed and we were close until he died. Perhaps it was a generational thing but now, with hindsight, I realise I didn’t ‘know’ them. As I age, I now feel an incredible guilt that I didn’t do as much as I could to ‘find’ them, but life, family and work got in the way. They were from the stiff upper lip, buttoned up era. I feel very sad that it’s too late and, yes, I miss them.