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| Donor Dad |
I
really have mixed feelings this Father's Day almost bordering on
confusion. As my dedicated readers know last summer with the help of
my daughter we tripped into my actual birth family! It's not like my
world turned upside down or roses and unicorns prancing around with
rainbows everywhere and sugarplum bouquets. It wasn't like that at
all. Through the magic of science, DNA, Internet and Facebook one day
I was adopted orphan next day I'm an adopted orphan with a found
birth family.
Every
corner of this cube has been astounding. One of the most astounding
cubicle corners has been what I thought was totally impossible that
is a perfect knowledge of my birth father. Over the years, not that I
really put a lot of thought into this whole concept, I have thought
of numerous possibilities of what a father would be like – – not
that it mattered because the dad I got was great – – but still
you wonder and you thought you'd never ever be able to track
something like that down but volia there it is everything out the
open. Not only did I find my birth mother but my birth father it
seems they were always together except when mom would get pregnant
being knocked up by my dad and should go off deliver the child and
then give it away multiple times! Seriously this is a made-for-TV
movie still wrapping my head around it. It seems that the good old
dad kind of forced her into this weird behavior. It seems he kept one
or two of us(myself not included). So I guess… I really don't know
what to think but I'm hard-pressed to really want to celebrate him
more than just being a a sperm donor.
I
was kind of intrigued to hear some of my brothers and sisters
Father's Day acknowledgments. I have two admit it's kind of weird to
express a number of qualifiers to someone's behavior then say that
you miss him profoundly in almost the same sentence. More than one of
the siblings expressed such feelings. I don't know maybe it's the
Stockholm syndrome or something akin to it (excuse the pun). I really
only spoke to two of my brothers one of which was the “the keeper”
the firstborn, and the other is a little bit younger than me, retired
detective out of Colorado is a pretty good guy. Our lives have a lot
of similarities except for I was adopted to a Mormon family and he
was adopted into a Roman Catholic. He considers his adopted family is
“real family” just as I do mine. I have not quizzed him regarding
good old dad maybe we'll get around to that someday. Resort are still
in the honeymoon phase of our relationship. Will be in pretty
civilized. I think I'm pretty safe and writing these thoughts and
feelings in this blog since nobody really reads it. And even if
perhaps the only one who might take offense I don't know my older
brother Antonio (the keeper) I'm sorry but I just sort of had to
throw some of these feelings out since it is Father's Day. There's
still not been any definitive plans about some sort of a family
get-together sometime. I think I would like that to meet these people
these siblings, we probably could've woven together a hell of a
family at least a couple baseball teams if nothing else.…
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