Today is my birthday, today I am 63 and
that is a long time and I should be thankful and I am. I have had a
pretty good run so far. Born in the middle of the 20th
century, adopted into a pretty great family, I managed to survive
numerous near death experiences, marriages sand jobs. I have ended up
with a great marriage, great partner, great kids, grand kids and a
life with more good experiences then bad.
I love to talk, I love to help people I
love being part of a conversation and something bigger. I love
conspiracies theories, secrets and being invisible. I love being
the first to know.
I wish I had done a lot of things
different. I wish I had done a lot of things better. I wish I new who
my birth mother is/was just because. I wonder if knowing this
information would change my life make me a better or worse person.
If I knew my biologicals I would have more information as to what to
look out for especially as I age—I would have better
information/data to pass to my children and grand children to help
them in their life's medical decisions. I would have better decisions
to have chosen a life path, career or future.
I am 63 today, I am still growing and
developing. I can feel it and at times this development feels kind of
weird. As my children and grand children grow and age I can feel my
self understanding myself better knowing them allows me to better
know myself. Life is weird.
This is an image of my cousin Mike and
my self at age five at out fifth birthday party—born on the same
day we were like the family twins. I felt pretty close to all my
cousins the first decade of my life but we all sort of drifted apart
as time went by. Mike was in and out of Boise and my life growing up
and then somewhere a couple of years before my accident he just sort
of disappeared. I seem to remember he was somewhere in the great
North West then I had my accident in 1966 and I seemed to loose track
of everything for a while—I lost track of Mike for thirty some
years. He reappeared in my life five or six years ago when he started
showing up at family reunions. I was shocked and surprised—I was
probably more so in that I got the distinct impression everyone else
knew exactly where he was, talk about a conspiracy and one I was
right dab in the middle of. I try not to ponder it too much-- I am
just glad Mike and I are sorta back together. Its not like we are
brothers brought together after the genocide of war or separated at
birth—though we could have, nothing in this family surprises me any
more. I hope I get the chance to forge a closer relationship with him
be fore this time is all over. We are social networking with Facebook
which seems to be working and we have the reunionsand maybe that is
all we can tolerate right now, on our 63rd birthday
perhaps that is best.
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