Where oh where did I come from?

That's the question of the day. I have only a little more information on the search for my paternal background. It's been a couple weeks since I mailed the pictures of my father to the family "spokesperson". I hadn't heard anything, so I gave him a call tonight. Scary as it was for me to do, I'm glad I did anyway. Most importantly, I found out that the man in the pictures was indeed the man that they knew. Also, I found that he died in his sleep at the age of 51 (possibly heart attack or stroke), as did his father. The only other medical condition he had that he knew of was high blood pressure. So, at least I can fill in that gap in my medical history.

I'm still kicking myself for not being brave enough to get more information out of my mother when she was alive. This would have been much simpler. I did also find out that my father's widow DID know about my mom, and that they supposedly had an affair. However, the "spokesperson" still insists that he never left his wife, so could have never been married to my mother. I have seen with my own eyes their divorce papers, and all the times and dates match up as to when she was married, from what I was told years ago. Still, no one from that side wants to meet me, and that's fine. I am going to send the "spokesperson" a picture of us. He says he wants to see a picture before he decides to meet me.

You know, it's normal for people to have a skeleton or two in their closets, but with my family (both sides now), does there have to be so many???? Skeletons falling out the door as you open it, kicking them back in. I'm starting to wonder if I wasn't just left on a doorstep. I'm so normal compared to most of them. Well, enough of the illegitimate child rambling. I'm going to just love life the rest of this week....love my own normal, good, honest, sweet family...until another skeleton pops out.