My Sister

Every day this week, sometimes several times a day, I have talked to my sister. Up until tonight, I might not have used that term to describe her. I may have said half-sister, or something else, I'm not sure.

Now all I know is that I look forward to it all day—talking to her. Tonight we looked at photos, her on her end of Facebook and me on mine. We decided that Jackie, another half-sister/sister, and I look a lot alike. Eerily so.

She has been looking for me for years she told me. I have not been so diligent. I was more fearful. Of rejection. Or maybe being an unwelcome surprise.

She grew up less than a few miles from me, at least part of both of our childhoods. I wonder if we passed each other on the street.

I am thankful to her for finding me. Very thankful. There are things I know in entirety now that I have only known bits and pieces of in the past. Lots of blanks have been filled in. And I have a sister. Two. And a brother too.

Life Throws Curveballs

I was sitting at my desk today and got an alert that I received a Facebook message. I recognized the name of the woman sending the message but this is a message I never expected to get.

A few years ago I found out that my biological father had three other children. It was a serendipitous discovery but I never would have done anything with the information myself. Given that I am older than his other children, I always believed there was a chance they knew nothing about me and it wasn't my place to disrupt their lives with an introduction.

This message came from my father's youngest daughter. She introduced herself to me and then went on to let me know that he passed away a few years ago. This part I already knew.

I don't know what will come of this. I have answered her. I am happy to have heard from her. This is a door that I never expected to be opened. I am somewhat at a loss as to what to think, how to feel, what to say. It will come.