"Oh I'm a lucky man, to count on both hands the ones I love. Some folks just have one, others, they've got none..."

Tonight I sat down at the comp, turned on the T.V (to keep myself company) and opened up Blogger, to catch up on some Blogs. "Missing Pieces" came on the box, as soon as I started to read this post of BelindaJulie's. Coincidence? Probably. Both struck a cord with me.



Watching "Missing Pieces" is a freakin' mine field. I cry every time I watch it (Ep 2 of this season = a cry fest.) Maybe it is due to my own personal experience in having missing pieces.



I am lucky. I know who my biological parents are. However in my Mum's & in my Dad's family history, in those closets, lie many a skeleton.



It hurts me to think that there are members of my family that I may not ever meet. It saddens me even more to think that the opportunity to do so, is now an impossibility for many. I always get in to deep conversations with myself about, how we are all under the same Moon & Sun - and how strange I find that concept. Somewhere under the same sky, there are family members that I will never know. Do they know about me? Do they think about me too?



It gets me thinking about the things we do and don't know about our loved ones. I want to uncover the truth, but sometimes it hurts too much to do so. Is the pay-off worth it? "Missing Pieces" would have me believe it is so - but my life is not a reality show. And if it were it would be on MTV. People would never believe that the things that happen in my life actually happen to real people.

Come to think of it, why don't I have a show on MTV?

In the past I have often asked myself  "Why the heck am I not getting paid to deal with this drama?"



I've thought long and hard. I've decided that I want to know more - in general, about my family. If I uncover dirty little secrets, so be it. But for the meantime life is hectic enough, without me going looking for them.

P.S I took this picture of the Moon this evening. I love the Moon.