A genetic coincidence!
People say there are no such things as coincidences. Well, maybe there are; maybe there aren't, but this bit of nostalgia is too 'coincidental' to ignore. I had never really known my father. My parents separated when I was 10 months' old and visits
from him were few and far between - one or two when I was three and a few when I was 13/14. I knew nothing about him, his likes, his dislikes, not even his favourite colour. Relationships were complicated. He was never talked about, so he was a virtual
stranger to me. I was in my fifties when I suddenly had the desire to try and make contact with him. I was living in France at the time so a good friend did all the detectie work, which was not difficult as he turned out to be still living in the same street
where he had lived all his life. By this time he was old and frail, but I received some lovely letters from his two sisters and his neice and nephew - and some photographs. Imagine my surprise to discover that not only was the colour blue his favourite as
well as mine, but he had had a Yorkshire Terrier called Brandy - almost identical to my own Yorkie, called Candy. My father died shortly after I made contact with the family, and so did his sisters and his nephew, so I'm still quite ignorant about the
real person behind the man my mother married.