Father’s Day is quickly approaching. It’s the one day during the year that I can honestly say never really affected me, is it Affected or Effected. Reason being, I grew up without a father in my life.
Father’s Day of 2020 was the WORSE one ever for me. You see that year, at the age of 62, I found out that the name on my birth certificate was not my biological father. I now had a different name attached to me, a whole new branch on my tree that I knew nothing about. Sadly I still know little about, I’m not even sure which brother is my father, though in my heart I believe I do, getting people to help confirm or deny has been impossible for they want nothing to do with the situation. I possibly have three half siblings, a sister and two brothers. It would have been a great bonus on this journey, but with how they reacted to it all it just added more heartache. I’ll never understand how another human being could deny someone the opportunity to find out who they are. I’m at the point where I want nothing from them, other than the conformation of who I am. That is not too much to ask for!
Now it’s 2024, Father’s Day right around the corner. This year I have such mixed emotions. Not for myself, but instead for my brother Jimmy. He is no longer with us, and we just recently found out that he had a child 52 years ago that he never knew about. My heart breaks for he always wanted to be a dad. I know he would have loved this child with all his might if he only knew of their existence. I hope and pray he is watching down on us and has seen what we have gone through these past few months. If I could send a card to heaven, I would surly mail a “HAPPY FATHER’S DAY” to you.
Maybe next year I’ll get to write my own story of who I am and share things I found out about my birth father, maybe just maybe someone will reach out and tell me they took the test! That would bring so much joy to my heart no matter what the outcome would be.