this is uncanny...
for so long my dad and i have longed to know where we come from. really where... as much as his birth family has loved and reared him, and shown me love as well, we've always felt isolated, in a way. we're just cut from a different cloth. now, with him finding his birth mother, there is so much hope, so much truth and sense of identity to be gained! it's the culmination of a huge part of my dad's life --> the abolition of that nagging sense of incompletion, all the unanswered questions about how, and why, and from what, he came to be.
it was almost too much to believe that this was all happening... it was too good, in a way. but now, looking at pictures sent of his mom, my grandmother, and comparing them to pictures of my dad at a similar age (her, at her wedding in her 20's, my dad, on the Charles in his 20's).... it's so real.
it was almost too much to believe that this was all happening... it was too good, in a way. but now, looking at pictures sent of his mom, my grandmother, and comparing them to pictures of my dad at a similar age (her, at her wedding in her 20's, my dad, on the Charles in his 20's).... it's so real.