It is at this time of year that I want to kill somebody.

Maybe I'd better explain that before Old Bill comes a-knocking at my door.
I was never the perfect child. My mum and dad divorced when I was 11 and stories heard since put the blame on both of them for having affairs. Who did it first and who did it for spite I will never know.
Then I went to a Grammar school and was so bored that I played truant for 2/3rds of the school year. That got my mum in bother with the Education people. Then, aged 15, when I should really have got a job and paid my share into the household budget, I buggered off and joined the Royal Navy.
My mum remarried and the bloke was what you might call a "C" list celeb. A famous bloke in the Big Band arena. He had been married and had a daughter my age and the daughter and I didn't get on at all. Somehow, and I blame her celebrity style upbringing, she got it into her head that I wanted to steal her inheritance. In other words, she was already thinking about how much money she would get when her dad died and how dare this pleb try to take some of it?
I won't be so unkind as to say that she was strange but ..... she was strange.
Anyway, she got married and moved to Australia where her new husbands work skills were in desperate demand. The marriage lasted about 2 years before she decided that a chap who earned loads from a computer software company with masses of spare time was much better than a husband working 16 hours a day so she left.
Meanwhile, mum and new guy seem to be getting on OK but it soon becomes obvious that I am not the brightest spark in their lives. The first time that I went home on a weeks leave and they upped sticks and went to Paris for the week was OK but when it happened every time I had leave in a British port, I got the message. There was very little contact after that except that I always sent her a birthday card which included my current address. Even when I left the Navy and joined the Paras, i kept that yearly card up to date. In other words, I was always contactable.
Then, a situation arose when I needed to contact my mum. I went to their last known address but a stranger answered the door. He said that he had lived there for almost a year and that the previous owner had wanted to sell and move to be close to his daughter in Australia because his wife had recently died.
The bas tard hadn't even let me know that my mother had died. I only know that she died on the 3rd of January and that she died after a long battle with cancer.
That's what the title is about. It all ended over 10 years ago and I have never tried to get in contact or even find him or his daughter. I don't know why what happened happened and I don't suppose I ever will.

[shazzababie]

yeh i feel like that at this tme of the year as well.... when my mum was taken from us i wrote a blog about everything that had happened us up to the point she died and all the crap that was associiated with it... i might post it for you sometime but i warn you it dont make good reading xxx

[pete8242]

jesus
selfish bas tard
doesnt even come close
sounds like he wanted your mum but your mum without you
and your mum let him ostricise you from her life
mine died when i was 7
and i never got to say goodbye either
i feel your pain m8

[sukisue]

i lost my dad wen i was 12 and i never got to go the funeral they wouldnt let me an then 2 years ago i lost me mum an i miss her just as i miss my dad xxbut at least i got to her funeral to say goodbye