I just want my answers.
I just want to know if he is the one! And if he is, I need to know does he accept me.
This unknown and this never ending void and uncertainty that constantly surrounds me can become so unbearable. I know I'm not my usual happy self lately because of this.
Every day that passes is a day less that could potentially be spent getting to know him.
Everyone in this world is different. Everyone acts different and everyone reacts different, to situations. There's no right and theres no wrong.. its just as it is.
I often think if I was approached out of the blue by someone saying I think you might be my aunty or my sister or my mother or my cousin, I'd be busting at the seams to work out how. I'd want to know all about them and would continue to develop a friendship, a kinship. Well thats how I'd hope I would react.
Maybe thats just the idealistic 'in a perfect world' scene.
But who lives in a perfect world?? What is perfect?
Realistically, if I actually sit and think about it, there isn't a lot of families where everyone gets along with everyone, or that all communicate with each other regularly, be it daily., weekly, monthly or even yearly. Sure everyone will gather together at funerals and weddings (if you're invited) and we're all 'friends' with family on facebook but in all honesty how many people ring them up just to say hi how you doing.. or pop around for a coffee or a beer?
Putting the adoption part of it to the side for a moment and thinking about my own cousins for example, I can remember as kids we'd all get together over the Christmas holidays at the grandparents house. But as we grow up, move away, have families of our own.. we all start to have our own lives and drift apart.
I have cousins that live less then 30 minutes away but it had been probanly 20 years since I had seen or spoken to most of them.. and what made us reconnect if not only briefly a few months ago... a funeral! A first cousin who was only 50 that passed from cancer and I didnt even know until 2 days after she passed.
That was really tough!
Maybe its a case of not appreciating what you have got till its gone; taking life..people.. for granted! Maybe we should all reach out to family more often, not just at certain occasions. And not just family..,everyone!
Life is short.. tell those you love that you love them!
Make sure those that are important to you know they are.
So back to my journey.
Again its been way too long since I last updated. I've started to a few times, then just couldn't find the words. I've had lots I want to say and express, I've had multitudes of emotions, but I've struggled to put it on paper. I have also been mindful of what I say so as not to hurt or upset anyone. But this is my page, my blog. Its meant to be an honest and open record of events and emotions that I experience.
So, if you recall from my last post, I had a close cousin match appear on my ancestry dna matches and I had tried to reach out to him. His match started my lead to this other gentleman, I'll refer to as LM, being a possible candidate of being my birthfather. After tracking down and speaking to a couple of other cousins of my close dna match, they agreed to submit a dna sample as well to help determine if we were on the right path. When their results came in it showed them as an even higher match then my first.
We are definitely on the right track. More research and many hours later, I feel we are getting closer. We narrow it down to one of 3 brothers. One passed away before I was even a twinkle in anyones eye..rules him out. The other passed 20 odd years ago, with no known children so he remains a possibility but we cant test to be sure. This leaves LM as our only option to test with.
I find out his sons name, M, and his ex-wifes. I get an address and phone number for them. I sit on it. How do I possibly present myself to these people as a possible immediate member of their family. My past experience with reaching out to birth parent and birth sibling hasn't exactly gone down too well.. makes me nervous to try again. But I know I cant leave it too long..like I said earlier, life is short!
A little while later, its February 5th.. my birthday. and that afternoon I get a wonderful surprise! Another 2 high matches appear on my dna results. Laurie and Leigh.
Straight away I message them to say I'd love to find how we are connected. A couple weeks later I get a reply and I discover they are the grandsons of one of LM's sisters. They don't have a great lof of info on their grandmothers family but they are super excited and pleased to welcome me as a cousin! Finally some success and some happy news, and we still now continue to keep in touch as my journey continues. With some new found courage and determination I decide I need to make this phone call to M, the son of LM, my potential half brother.
My hearts racing, palms are sweaty. March 2018, I ring!
His elderly mother answers who starts to take down my contact details but before she finished he arrived home and took the call.
I briefly explain who I am and my situation, then I gently drop the bombshell that I think his father may be my father too! He kinda giggles at that thought and says nah it wouldn't be my dad..then calls out to his mum and asks 'when did you and dad split up'? She answers nonchalantly, ' over 40 years ago!!'. I said I'm 43! He says ' wow ok.. hmmm yeah maybe huh!' I explain more how my dna matches have led me to believe my father either has to be LM or LM's late brother. I say the only way to 100% confirm which one is if he or LM were willing to do a dna test which I understand is a huge thing to ask of anyone. He asks a little more about who my birthmother is and if I could send him any photos of her, so when he next sees his dad he can ask him about it, and to ring him back in a few days. When I ring back, M explains that as his dad is deaf communication can be a little difficult but he tried to explain as best he could. It didn't spark any memories with LM but Im not sure how much or what he understood of what M was saying to him. M says that he is willing to go ahead with getting dna anyway, with the help from his own son, so that we can all know for certain if I am a daughter of LM.
Whilst M seemed ok to me over the phone, I still couldn't help but sense some trepidation from him. I guess it is understandable, here I am just announcing myself as possible family from out of the blue, I cant blame him for being cautious and careful. Im not after anything..just to know who the man is that helped create me, and to know my blood family.
I spent many sleepless nights and shed many tears privately as I started to believe I may soon know who my birthfather is, but also scared that I may yet again be rejected. It took a little longer than I hoped, for their own reasons, till they got around to getting a dna sample from LM but after many long months, I can now finally say the dna sample of LM has been submitted to the dna lab...
..and as I write this today it is in the 'Sample Processing' stage.
They say it can take anywhere from 3 weeks to 3 months for results to be ready.
So thats where im up to today.. waiting!
And living in hope.
And just in interests sake, when i first submitted my dna sample back in October 2016, nearly 2 years ago, it first showed 44 x 4th cousin or closer matches.. today it stands at 212!!!
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The wonders of DNA!
Here's hoping that my next post is soon, and is announcinng some great positive news!
