Roseanne, yours is a sad story, but you absolutely did the right thing, you reached out to your father. What he chose to do was for him to decide, but you will always feel glad that you gave him that opportunity. Mine is a different tale. Although my mother married again and we were happy, my father was always a very slight shadow by my side. My mother hardly ever spoke of him,so growing up I knew very little about him and spent quite a bit of my time speculating how he died,over Holland, but where exactly, how old was he,who were his parents,where did they come from and on it went. I felt that I just had to run him to earth. So after my mother and much loved stepfather died, and with the advent of the internet I started searching, got in touch with a Dutch archivist who helped enormously, and finally after about 2 years found myself and my hubby standing by this headstone that was him. We also visited the crash site and put up a plaque. I felt as if I'd come a full circle, and that after all those years of wondering and searching there he finally was. We had been ok, he was ok, all was ok, chapter closed. Like you I can't begin to understand H &M's attitude.
