Strange indeed! The reality of my Danish Xmas is such that it was an impossibility !
Many years ago, in Far north Queensland two young women met. A friendship was made. We had our babies and spent may hours together but life changed.
After some years, one returned to Denmark with her son and the other remained in FNQ.
Life changed again and one moved to different parts of Queensland.
She did not now where the Danish woman was by now as her contact details were always different.
Sadly, there was a return to Tasmania- a place she had declared was forever off limits.
But
a Viking took her across the seas to Sweden
and together they searched for any sign of the Danish woman.
This happened several times but it was not possible to know where to look so that came to nothing.
In the tired town of Devonport, her son turned up one day declaring there was a Danish boy in his Japaneses class, and his name was Lex.
She sent him to ask if he had a mother called Birgitte..
he did
my dearest friend and I had found each other after all those years and all those kilometers...
She was still in Denmark
He was learning Japanese at Don, with my son.
She came out to Australia for a holiday
we have never lost contact again
and I am here in Denmark with the people who are my family.
And we Skyped my offspring so they could join us on Xmas day...
Funny isnt it! Whoever knows what can happen in this game....
Many years ago, in Far north Queensland two young women met. A friendship was made. We had our babies and spent may hours together but life changed.
After some years, one returned to Denmark with her son and the other remained in FNQ.
Life changed again and one moved to different parts of Queensland.
She did not now where the Danish woman was by now as her contact details were always different.
Sadly, there was a return to Tasmania- a place she had declared was forever off limits.
But
a Viking took her across the seas to Sweden
and together they searched for any sign of the Danish woman.
This happened several times but it was not possible to know where to look so that came to nothing.
In the tired town of Devonport, her son turned up one day declaring there was a Danish boy in his Japaneses class, and his name was Lex.
She sent him to ask if he had a mother called Birgitte..
he did
my dearest friend and I had found each other after all those years and all those kilometers...
She was still in Denmark
He was learning Japanese at Don, with my son.
She came out to Australia for a holiday
we have never lost contact again
and I am here in Denmark with the people who are my family.
And we Skyped my offspring so they could join us on Xmas day...
Funny isnt it! Whoever knows what can happen in this game....
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