This past weekend, I jetted north. For the first time in twenty eight years, I laid eyes on those I regarded as my phantom, older brother and sister. Never would I have imagined meeting them; I figured they were too far from reach, too caught up in their own lives and not the least bit concerned about me, that is, if they even knew I existed.
It’s a strange story, I know, still somewhat surreal to me. Here’s the back story:
I guess you could say my dad and I missed each other; he died March 10, 1981 and I was born April 5, 1981. My mom and he weren’t from the same city. I don’t believe he had any ties to the area from which I came. Apparently, he had a wife, a girlfriend and kids hours away and so, with his passing, my mother and I were left out of the loop, until now.
A shroud of unexpected serenity has come into my life just when things were beginning to get topsy-turvy. I’ve always wondered who I am, where I came from and which characteristics aren’t from my maternal side. Although I mostly repressed these thoughts, when I couldn’t shut them out, they were a hard pill to swallow.
It was amazing meeting them, spending time together and getting a glimpse into their lives. I can only hope they make it to Texas to see me in my environmentThe sibsNephewNephewNiece w/ boyfriendNiece