Some things are better left unknown...

[cherishgriffis]

Since I was about 7 years old, I knew my Dad wasn't my biological father.  I knew who my father was, knew I had siblings.  My Dad died 3 years ago, my biological father died last year and I never met him.  My entire life, I had this dream of meeting him, of meeting my siblings, just to see if I was anything like them, just to have that connection.  There are things my mom told me about him, ways we are alike, and it's comforting.

I found my siblings on Facebook this week.  I sent them all a message, told them who I was.  In my mind, growing up, they knew about me and just didn't know how to find me.  They didn't have a clue who I was when I sent them a message.  Hell, there are 4 kids from 2 different wives, and each pair of kids didn't know about each other until his funeral last year.

My brother seemed enthusiastic to talk to me, said that the next time he comes to Ohio, he'd like to get together.  I thought my sisters would be eager to know me, but I was wrong.  They all added me as friends, but all I got was 1 paragraph from 1 sister, no words from another, and the last sister doubted I was who I said I was and was pissed about my mom going to his showing last year.

I guess I shouldn't have said anything.  I had such high hopes of finding my family.