This blog is going to be all over the place, I apologise in advance but the brain is spinning and wont slow down, toss the emotions in there and it gets worse. Tuesday my day off work I took my brother a few towns away to go shopping for a computer. He spent a short while picking his laptop out and while walking to the cash register I heard my name being called and turned to see who was calling me. Understand please, my name is not a common name. Ten feet behind me was a woman who is the spitting image of me. Or at least what I will look like in about 40 years. Red hair has faded due to gray but the strands that are red exactly match mine. Facial features were identical minus a few wrinkles, same eyes, cheeks and height. As soon as I turned around and made eye contact the lady started crying huge gulping sobs that had an elderly gentleman running up to her. He also took one look at me and started crying. My brother was about ready to call security when they pulled it together enough to start talking. Stated my name correctly (maiden name) age, date of birth, mothers name, where I was born etc. These people knew my entire history and I had no clue who they were. My dads parents. I honestly do not remember them. According to them I was about 3 the last time they saw me. We got my brothers computer paid for and all four of us headed outside to talk. They kept talking and talking, questions on my life, how was I, how was my mom, etc etc. Then made the comment my dad has missed me. My dad is dead, was dead... hell mom TOLD me he was dead. I have a fuzzy memory of a really tall guy with red curly hair and blue eyes who used to hug me and rub whiskers on my cheeks which tickled,thats all I remembered. My brother caught on before I did, that my dad wasnt dead. Took him and them repeating it twice more before I got it. Dad's parents gave me his cell phone number and begged me to call him. That to me just felt weird. I dont know the man, havent seen him in years etc and they just want me to dial him up out of the blue and explain Hi dad your parents just found me after 25 years or so! My brother came up with a solution, took a pic of me on his cellphone and sent the pic to my dads cell phone#. It seemed like 15 seconds later his phone was ringing back. I hate my fcuking BM. Beyond being an alkie/druggy/drain on society/unfit parent, she is a PASing, kidnapping POS BM from hell!! No, I haven't talked to her. Cannot at this point as I would likely choke her to death.
Dad flew in Thursday. My step mom flew in last night, they have to leave tomorrow night but it has been an amazing time so far. I have 2 more half brothers, have not met them yet, but both of them, two uncles and their wives have already emailed me and added me to facebook, my five newly found cousins have too.
You always hear about being at the right place at the right time. I normally do not shop in that store. My grandparents do not live in this state, they had a layover which turned into a flight cancelation due to the weather sucking so badly. This store was a block away from the hotel the airline booked them into, and they only went in because grandad needed new batteries for his hearing aid.