The Truth is Out There

I have been watching the brand new series of the X-Files; hence the use of this title, which will relate to the topic I write about.  Actually, while on the subject, I would say that there is something comforting about seeing a much loved tv series from my younger adult life, return for an update and continuation.

We develop feelings for the characters we watch so avidly on tv.  Then, they are gone.  When the opportunity returns for a new series many years later, it offers a reconnection to old forgotten thoughts and feelings, distant times and memories and a peculiar comfort from seeing ‘what happened’ to the characters we followed so intently all those years ago.  It’s less about whether the new series is even any good, but more about reconnecting with something from the past.

So, why ‘The Truth is Out There’?  Well, today my family awaits the outcome of an Inquest into the death of a very dear Uncle.  I won’t describe the circumstances of his death on here, for that would be inappropriate, I feel, but needless to say that the cause of death has not yet been determined.

My Uncle was my Mum’s eldest Brother and a lovely man.  He was involved in the design of oil rigs for much of his life.  As a young man, he left home at the earliest opportunity, to go off on many adventures around the world; having joined the Merchant Navy.  He inspired me greatly and he and I maintained contact throughout my life.  He reinforced the strong sense of self-belief that my parents had taught me.  He inspired me to study and to travel the world, myself, and he was always the voice of wisdom, when I needed that.  He reminded me of Professor Yaffle from the children’s tv show ‘Bagpuss’; for he too peered over his spectacles in a certain way that said everything, while saying nothing; something I find myself doing these days!

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My Uncle passed away last year and this was an immense shock to my family.  The impact of his loss has been so incredibly significant to my family but, as often happens in times of sadness and difficulty, the family has found itself pulling closer together and reforming.

The Inquest is taking place in Cornwall, where my Uncle and a number of other family members live.  Today, Cornwall seems like a terribly long way away, as if across the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.  It is certainly the opposite end of this craggy and beloved island, to me; as I sit here on the east coast of beautiful England.

So, ‘The Truth is Out There’ relates to the fact that, today, a full and final explanation as to the cause of my dear Uncle’s death will become formalised.  I am hoping that this will offer my family the opportunity to complete the grieving process. This has taken almost a year, to reach this point.

Experiences like this are tough, in ways that one never expects.  For me, going through life’s difficulties is like an ongoing education for my work as a Counsellor and Psychotherapist.  I have lost many loved family members in my life, but this is the first time that there has been uncertainty about the cause of death; resulting in an Inquest.