It's a weird thing to find your birth family. Working out where they belong in your life. And where you belong in theirs. When you know only the parents and siblings you grew up with, there's a sort of ladder of kinship priorities which shift as you go through different events that bring new categories of relative into your life-getting married,
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I happen to concur with the final parenthetical comment in the penultimate paragraph... :)
Bloke walks into a bar in Texas... Has three beers, each with a whisky chaser, one after the other... Turns around, addresses the assembled multitude... "I think George W. Bush is a horse's butt!!!"... Biggest guy in the room sidles over and flattens him...
The guy gets up slowly, and (considering his face is radically re-arranged) says the following words to the guy who thumped him... "I'm sorry, I had a little too much to drink - I didn't think that you guys'd be Bush people...
His assailant said, "We ain't - we're HORSE people..."
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I have done some reading about this situation recently (I wonder why?) and I have found that reunions do not always work. I think that we have been increadibly lucky and the re-union has been really wonderful for all the parties concerned. At least I hope so.
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It's been brilliant. I've actually given up my lifelong ambition never to go to Australia.
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