Today is my dad's
birthday, if he were alive he would be 110! This dad, the dad that
I'm writing about is the dad who adopted me. That's right he adopted
me. No questions asked (not that I could have answered anyway since I
was probably one-year-old on the adoption took place) still that's
just the kind of guy he was. I am so lucky to have had him as my dad.
I really didn't think much about this until this last year or so
following the revelation of my birth family.
For some reason, I don't
know if it's, or was the fact that my dad's birthday was coming up
and really for the first time that I can recall I was not sure what
the actual day was. I've always known exactly the date of my dad's
birthday. But this year the date, the actual date was kind of
sketchy. I'm still beginning to know my birth family. And for the
most part I think the good folk. I'm still not sure about my birth
father and I think that's what got me thinking so much about my
adoptive dad. I won't say that my birth parent/father was a scoundrel
but he certainly had bizarre form of family. Essentially he would
send my mother away to deliver the kid and give it up each time she
got pregnant. I sort of sense for my older brother, the oldest male
in the family and kind of the only one that was a keeper my birth
dad's/donor eyes.
Once again I cannot stress
enough how blessed I feel that I landed in my adoptive family from
the top down parents and brothers and sisters I'm just one lucky
duck. I didn't intend this to be a mushy gushy posting and it will
not be except for how overwhelmed I am thinking about my
parents/adoptive parents probably the only parents I count. They
didn't have to pull me in but they did. Like I said, I've been
thinking a lot about families that are just thrown together by
Biologics. You seem to have no choice over your kin. You wake up and
you're stuck with who you got. For some reason I've never thought
about this until this week and I don't know why. Being adoptive kid
means I'm special, someone really wanted me or a baby at the time
that I came around. I was really want to not just have. This posting
is to celebrate my adoptive father's birthday, the guy who included
me with all the other kids. He got me my first car when I need one
did the adaptations needed for a person with a disability to drive.
He fixed my cars when they wouldn't work in the cold dark winter
nights when you find out that the card doesn't work. He fixed
carburetors the starter motors he kept me going. It drove me to sorry
like dances slept in the car to the dance was over then drive me
home. He watched me wrestle in junior high from behind the bleachers.
He was late getting to the match because he had to work late, he
always had to work late. I don't think you really understood me or I
him but we got along pretty good. My dad is one of the biggest
reasons I stuck it through college. I got my degree for him though I
never really said so. Anyway dad happy birthday wherever you are…
Hundred and 10 years keep on trucking…
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